Seaside Sepulcher by Chelsea Rounsley

The ocean is cold,

but not cruel.

Waves.

Waning,

Waxing.

I clutch a bottle

with you inside it.

(ashes, ashes, we all fall…)

I roll you in

my palm,

sifting,

sabulous.

A whole human

fits between my

fingers.

(down)

A whole human

sluices into the

sea.

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Chelsea Rounsley is a Midwestern fiction writer who is slowly traipsing her way to a life in London. She dabbles in both fiction and poetry pieces. Everything she writes is, in some form or another, about magic.

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–Art by Barbara Florczyk