you say the words but i don't believeMature

You say the words but I don’t believe.

The vowels fall like bombs on churches,
the consonants fracture the ground
beneath my feet; I feel each pause, 
each intake of air 
like a wind storm scratching at my skeleton 
and you tell me the things you think
will make the tide turn but
there is no turning around the ocean
when she’s grown angry with the shore.

The End

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