So slick, the body pulls back from the ocean tide. The waves collapse
against the shore. Where did you find me? Among the rubble and washed up
bleached out, salted wood? I am waiting silently under the millions of stones
that litter this beach. I am waiting to be revived, returned to the land of the
living.
If you are reading this Thank You for taking time out of your day to read my writing!
I hope you will return in the future!
-Alina