today feels like
i'm the beach
and you are the
tide; but the
tide is now low.
and all i
have
left are salt
memories
from
our high tide
YOU ARE READING
plastic
Poetrymost wings are made of bones and skin and feathers, but what if mine are made of nothing but rubber and glue?
low tide
today feels like
i'm the beach
and you are the
tide; but the
tide is now low.
and all i
have
left are salt
memories
from
our high tide
