A beach is someplace to dig holes
in the mind, full of creatures below
Sifting and changing with the tides.
The sun bears down upon my brow
Flesh is tingling in the sun
Seagulls are skimming the shallows waters
For dead bodies.
Here I am for you
Fly down upon me annoying berating birds
My blistered body is the vessel
Served up on a plate of sand
Thinking while digging my own grave
deep in the sand
Salt water washes upon me
The tide pulls me out
~Tressa Canaday~
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