waves: the crest


by Paxton Grey


at the peak i am alone / breathing

is just a collection of scars & algae

nestled in my chest

 

photosynthetic / yes / but

combined together & tracing

the horizon.

 

a wide foundation for the sky

to rise above it / but then

                        what to do

 

with the scars / not weeds / shining

on my flesh like

the sun itself


Paxton Grey (he/they) is a non-binary, neurodivergent software developer living in Virginia. His work has been published or is forthcoming in Sundog Lit, Glass: A Journal of Poetry, Pithead Chapel, Empty Mirror, and elsewhere. They can be found on twitter @BaileyGWrites.