What Grows from the Sea

She asked a question

Simple question

You love me now for what you see

But can you love what hides in me?

Yes, he said, desire to show

Showing all, she loved to know

And all he said with certainty

The things she always believed to be

Inside the tempest, darkened sea

Tanned leather scorched intimacy

Bent to cradle all perdition

And rise o’er all in transition

The reaper takes no penalty

Published by dbmoore0727

***All views are my own*** I write commentary on current world events as well as short stories and book reviews. My first book, Where the River Flows - Memories of the Shadow Age, can be found on Amazon (free with Kindle Unlimited). I attended Arizona State University studying neurochemistry. I've worked professionally as a ghostwriter and managed analytical laboratories in supplements and pharmaceuticals, as well as operated as a consultant and technical writer for academics and companies in the science and engineering fields for over ten years. I've been writing creatively all my life. I hope you enjoy the content -- I want my readers to feel empowered to comment and critique as they feel compelled.

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