It is those eyes burned red, as if the organs themselves had never been 
exposed to such salty water,

completely lucid, flush against a cliff, 
ocean beating waves against my body,
I rocked heel to toe against my sadness,
snot poured down a petty child’s philtrum.

had to google it,
“ain’t even that close to how bad it’s going to get” he cooly whispered in my ear,
and I wondered how one could get their breath so chilled
Oma said that’s how it feels when a brutal truth is spoken - let free from the dank cellar it’d been forced into for so long.
what’s enough.

-Js