in the shadow of the sea

the words come slow

and the salt burns my lips

I was born here, like seaweed. I was born by the shore to live on waves. Without a boat I could not fish for words. When I am silent my hands are empty.

Without a boat I could not fish for words. When I am silent my hands are empty. I was born by the shore to live on waves. Without a boat I could not fish for words. When I am silent my hands are empty. The salt burns my lips

ai poem made using @sudowrite. ai artwork made by training images of textiles, photographs and digital paintings.