I am the ocean.
Bullets can't harm me.
They glide straight through my surface
And dive to the unexplored depths
You can see them disappear past the line where the water meets the air
But lose sight of them as they sink
They've been piling up, all this time
The mound of shells growing past the dark
Beginning to show
They haven't decomposed
YOU ARE READING
Feelings of a Lonely Stranger
PuisiA bunch of words that may or may not make sense, an attempt at explaining myself
