The waves crash around my ankles in a desperate display of purple fury
Each and every one poised for a destructive landing
A very violet sandstorm.
Wading in to be whipped, my body tenses
Feet tapping and drifting away from the ocean’s disgruntled bed
One of them finds me, sizes me up, and then punches my body with its crackling foam
Knocked onto the sand, bikini bursts and breasts fall open
I bounce from grain to grain, submerged and breathless, au bout de souffle,
Steadying myself, my feet fight with the monstrous current
Metres from the shore feels like miles.
Boob readjusted, wedgie loosened, the sea retreats and oxygen invades
I stumble out of the deathly surf like a drunken banshee woman
Withering like a rose, wobbling like jelly.
talking to my pillow. 