Creeps in all sloth-like claws extend from your childhood. Forces me to reflect on the absence of your touch, how I survived alone for days as you catered to your own wounds, unaware I was slowly evolving into one of...

They said the yola was so small,  you had to hold your breath  and each other, whenever the waves    came crashing.    That the wind  kept blowing the boat  the opposite direction  and the salt water,  teased their thirst.   ...