I indulged myself with a brew
Of sand and seashells
And licked the salt off my hands
As I bathed in the cerulean blanket
The hollow abyss my only friend
For waves throw, the ripples bloom
For the harbor sleeps
The towers gloom
My cold haven black, brown, blue
The fluctuations in everlasting motion
have endured
And the frigid hands seize my neck
And they form a rigid burble
Turning over my back
My skin appeared purple
And my lungs filled with air
Yet that frail air never
tasted so sweet
Nov 15, 2017
Nov 15, 2017 at 4:29 PM UTC
I indulged myself with a brew
Of sand and seashells
And licked the salt off my hands
As I bathed in the cerulean blanket
The hollow abyss my only friend
For waves throw, the ripples bloom
For the harbor sleeps
The towers gloom
My cold haven black, brown, blue
The fluctuations in everlasting motion
have endured
And the frigid hands seize my neck
And they form a rigid burble
Turning over my back
My skin appeared purple
And my lungs filled with air
Yet that frail air never
tasted so sweet
