Our Way Out is Closing with the Tides
- Caridad Cole
- Mar 22
- 1 min read
by Caridad Cole
frigidly warm as your fingertips allow
etching a masterpiece into my still-beating throat
melt into me and let me destroy
blankets
mattress
pray through your knees or free mine
find me
a clover somewhere in an open field of pins
smoothly cold as your toes try to hide
erasing my lines from my weak ankles
detach
adjust
the right direction uncovers us
board up your sight
accept my offerings
for yours is the only luck I need
frigidly warm as your fingertips allow
a gentle caress of sunbeams
awaking the dormant
innocence
in a sense
let me disappear into concrete and sand
frost and fire
canvas
fingerprints
a map to find you when the tides come in
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Caridad Cole is a writer and filmmaker from forested Northeastern America who has appeared in Coffin Bell, Vocivia Magazine, BarBar, An Anthology of Rural Stories by Writers of Color 2024 (EastOver Press), and elsewhere. She is a 2025 Pushcart Prize nominee, 2025 BarBe Awards finalist, and was the 2018 recipient of three grants from Words for Charity for her work in magical realism. In 2023, she founded the speculative literary and art magazine, Moonday Mag. Though very busy searching for the sea witch who swallowed her charm bracelet, Caridad can be reached on Instagram @astrocari and at caridadcole.com.
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