the north shore

you prefer the north
shore
where the jagged
rocks
cut through the earth
like ancient
teeth.
where the blue
shale
water, bites
the coast
with cold armed
waves,
punching without
mercy.
you prefer this coast,
this bitter
landscape
of iced hills,
green skies
and grey suns,
you prefer this when
you need to go
under, when you
need solace,
when you need
to brood.