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“At the Shoreline” – Cebu, 08 April 2017

she stares
upon the
darkening sky
upon the
gathering storm,
pausing
at the
point
where land
meets sea,
daring to
meet
the gaze –
lustful
craving
needy –
of the
blighted being
on the shore.

“i fear
you not,“
she shouts
into the
wind;
“i dread
you not
and you
will pay
for the
destruction
and the
grief
you have
caused!”

and he
laughs
at her
anger
and he
scorns
her rage:
“what
would a
mortal
like you
do unto
an immortal
like me?”

alas
for him:
she calls
down
the lightning –
striking
not enough
to kill
near enough
to startle –
and she
whistles in
the desert
wind
and it
spins
and it
whirls
about the
wayward prince
choking
strangling
drying.

and around
them
the air
is heavy
the sky
is dark
the earth
is still
all awaiting
the next
move
in the
game.

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Author:

Midge started her career in PR writing at seventeen when she began drafting documentaries for a government-run television station in the Philippines. Since then, she made a career in advertising and public relations which ended earlier this year. These days, she works for a corporate governance advocacy in Makati. Aside from what she does for a living and her poetry, she has turned her home kitchen into a personal culinary lab and is currently working on another novel.

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