~Deana J. Tavares 

Sometimes their tides

Wash over you 

Unknowingly 

Salt particles 

Like barnacles 

Cling on to flesh 

Disintegrating bone 

Searching for your core

Those ventricles 

You call home 

But they won’t 

Be ready 

For the tsunami 

That is found

Washing away 

All salinated spots

Unaware 

Of all the battles 

You’ve already 

Fought