Flashes of silver darts.
Diminutive dancing.
Entrenched in youthful memories.
Mesmerizing the sea.
Seaside salty sailors.
Sand eels.
Summer seas.
Rock pools.
Summer fools.
Caught on the anglers line.
Reeled in, escorted on a day trip to the sea.
(c) Livvi

The breeze is calling.
Strong waves sing my name.
I hear it, the sound of a thousand voices.
Trying to lull me, trying to call.
The salty wind caresses my body.
Closer, closer I move toward the shoreline.
Tiny pebbles, young ***** skitter between my feet.
The coolness of the sea races through my veins.
I start melting.
Slowly, I turn into a puddle at my feet.
Where I once stood, there is only void.
***** eat me.
Sea gulls fly above me.
The waves rush to and fro.
The breeze continues to call.

I burnt the tip of my cigarette into my
Tumbler to **** two habits with one stone.
Though the **** coughed its last sigh and polluted a decently-priced
Rye, I don't trust that the addiction died.

Tipped my finger to the 'tender to fill a new glass,
Struck the flint to the tinder, a tobacco mask.
They poison slow, but the effects are fast.

You, like these habits, are in the past,
Waiting for me at the bottom of a flask, swearing always
"It'll be the last."

All I can taste is blood.
I don’t know if it’s mine, or yours, or even hers.
I do know that my morning tea has not yet washed away the taste of your lips.
No, no it must not be yours.

You lost yours wings, and fell,
As I gained mine and began to ascend.
You passed me on your way down
and your eyes caught me,
Pulling me down with you.
I saw the pain in your eyes as you saw your wings were gone,
So I took a knife to mine,
Today is not the day I die.

We have matching scars now,
And I kiss your shoulder blades whenever they are exposed to me.
You’ve never done the same to me,
But I don’t mind.
You see yours as a curse,
And sure,
Mine are a burden,
But let it be known,
I will do almost anything for you.
I won’t die for you,
But I’ll live for you.