Crash
and grumble, guts
and scrapes A siren sings of silent seas
heads And seagulls souring in the breeze
and tails.
Rip the
life out And plastic rings mindless ecstasy And
don't feel bad, storms that battles with nature's might
it's simply nature's little And other such delights.
dance.
Cash and
grumble, A siren sings for days gone past
red and
ice, Of jagged rocks and diamond hearts
don't think Of sunken reefs and body parts Of
of all the candy shells and sonnets sung
wasted life. Of regal thrones and barren toes
Crash and And other lovely nightmares.
crumble,
blood and A siren sings...
white A siren sings...
fish and sinners intertwine with me
A siren sings...
-Aubrey Jill
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Seashell
PoetryA collection of poems with the connection to the same Seashell. Could this just be a coincidence, or is there a bigger tale to be told? All of these poems are my original work and should not be re-used without my consent. If you want to edit them fo...
