I’m digging a hole in the sand
an opening, tight enough for a screw
salty darkness spilling from the cracks on the polished beach

night passes by
the thirst grows thorny
a layer of salty condensation in one’s hair

night passes by
seaweed lapping mid strides
shaking ghost crabs

night passes by
a thousand stars spilling out of one’s eyes
they shall ignite
spearheading for the sail mast

die! oh gluttonous aching taste buds
the single cry
drifts away like red silk in cold water
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January 2024