14/05/2026
♠️ CRUCI’FIXED 🤍
The salt sat heavy on his skin,
tattoos like bruises inked by time—
black tribal curling down his arms,
a southern cross across his mind.
Bondi groaned beneath the dusk,
work-boots scuffed with concrete dust,
and in his jaw the ache of years
too young for sorrow, old for trust.
He stood where tide and city met,
thinking hard in the fading heat:
wash the day out in the dark,
or drag it home on blistered feet.
The ocean whispered like a threat.
The streetlights hummed his name.
One way led to cold black sweat,
One way led back to playing the game.
All day he’d broken his back for men
who forgot his name all clocked out,
The sea called teasing his knees to bend.
Home called quieter without a doubt.
He watched the water fold itself
around the darkening rocks
and wondered which would drown himself —
another swim engulfed by summer flocks,
or the lone bus ride back
to an empty flat, to mental health !! ♠️🤍
📝👩🏻🎤 Buffalo Beal
