by Meagan Ruth Honea

waves of petulance
wavescraping the bottom
pulling up bits and pieces
specimens of shells
atoms of sand
fragments of materialism
splinters and chunks of meat
carnivorous driblets
and shards of glass
toppled among
parcels of human fat
and messages in bottles

each wave explodes against the rocks
exposing the sediment of lust
the innate decomposition of existence
and to drown among this vast entity
these looming cliffs
and countless foaming bubbles
unending and constantly redeveloping
is like accepting to never return
but to scavenge along the ocean floor forever
like an eel
becoming one with the underwater world
never again taking a deep breath or
releasing a sigh
but instead
sprouting gills
and developing the lipid membrane
of a salamander, almost
shedding past skins and
sending them leagues above
to crash together and against the rocks
pushed into the crevices and caverns
lost at sea

Meagan Ruth Honea has lived in North Georgia her entire life and attended the University of North Georgia, where she received a Bachelor’s Degree in Writing & Publication in 2012. “My South is dirty and sticky and sweet,” says Honea. “I love the South because it is dripping with otherworldliness, yet stifled by tradition. The landscape I know is awe inspiring and so are the people. I am proud to be a broad-minded, Southern female and I believe that others will either share the experiences I write or find a new regard for the South through my particular perspective.”  This poem was inspired by Edna Pontellier’s thought process in Kate Chopin’s The Awakening. 
Interview With Shirl
Loyalties, Savannah