The Last Sniff of Truth

When the bodies are all found, and the hope and grief drive you underground, who will be your forgiveness?
All the things hidden, all the things that can’t be undone, the last sniff of truth from the bloodhounds will feel like sweet release.
I feel alone, buried by the sea.
Needing to be found.
The best of me, the worst of me, eaten away by worms.
Set my ghosts free.
This must be the place, X marks the spot, as it’s always been.

©J.D.C.IV 2019

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