His words were scattered along the seashore, bare and bitter;
Sharp seashells dug my barefeet,
as salty wind melted on my tongue.
Sun kissed the waves softly,
to promise his warmth for eternity.
His words stung the tiny snails as they tried to push them away from their home;
My fingers found their way to drown his words deep into the Ocean.
They sank slowly, hollow and lifeless,
leaving their agony and hatred surging through my veins.
~z.k.
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