those who lie beneath

by AJ Stockwell

Part One: stones for bones

The grabbing of the piles, the logs forced down deep below the silt wedged in caranto, began. With a pull tug shiver of the waves, cuts stretch into exposed stumps. 

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a sharpness to the waves as they tear and lacerate like tongues. Stale and sour breath rises with the heat; a rising threat of decay. Limbs that bashed the forest into place grapple with the fall of feet as they anchor themselves to Istrian stone. Stone weighed down by bone.