sitting on the shoreline
the smell of low tide
encompasses your senses
fluttering eyes and steady breathing
the push and pull of the waves
rocks you to sleep
pull the water over your head
drowning in a sea of blankets
your fingers trace the folds
as they roll in in sets
crashing around your skull
memories flood into the crevices
tugging at your edges
they gush in like a fragmented dam
hitting the reef
blood swarms beneath your broken skin
your body gives way
eyes constantly fluttering open
and close