The bay washed open my wounds

Eroded epidermis from the sand

My Matted mane above the waves

Detangles once I submerge

The gradient of the sea clutches

My husk, my chest endures the heat

While my legs feel the cool uncertian waters

Seagulls sing in agony 

As the water receeds 

Revealing scattered shells

I bake on the sand

The sand will never vacate

The mind dull, clouded with salt and sol

My soul full, jaded by the sea glass