tide

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she cups her palms

at the edge of the street,

trying to drink the sun. in

ash

her hair. fire in her mouth, so

hot it stings eyes,

and her cries;

coughs that scratch and

rattle

like gravel

at the back of her throat. she

watches her life turn into

headlines.

doomsday.

the temperatures

in norway.

waters swell like

blood in a wound. wince.

bones clink like loose

change. she screams every

day

and no one looks up.