Emptying the Atlantic This work is considered exceptional by our editorial staff.

July 10, 2010
Once I’ve grasped the shackle, I’ve got the key.
The prison is the smoke surrounding me.
The cage is my dream of the salty sea.
But I suspect this isn’t how things should be.
I breathe shallow breathes and prepare to flee.
I sip a cup of ocean mixed with tea.
I forget her eyes and set myself free.





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