upon a battered shore

tsunami waves leave the body clinging, blistering
drops of pain cascading down the spine
glistening, shimmering
the hand lets go and grasps at kindness moments too late.

...
what won't kill you will make you stronger
...
"the true lover yearneth for tribulation..."

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