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The tide ebbs out like a silver montage of the past. It flickers in a hazed light. In the dank marshes, the seabed sputters around decayed stilts; it preys on age and congests hidden crevices with rot and rust It all withers away in the end. Her worn stilts quiver; a precarious skeleton, though what rests upon her frail shoulders? A once jostling promenade now subdued to a neglected passage of empty thought. Dazzling arcade lights now dim as old synapses. A musical Ferris Wheel frozen mid-turn like a cycle of elusive thoughts. Derelict and delicate, she rocks with the tide. Degraded by age’s callous burden, she is alone in solitary darkness, haunted by the echoes that ring on the promenade. Crumbling and wizened. Fractured and splintered, she grows impatient, impassive, apathetic, when battling turbulent storms. She rages on alone until her identity, mocked by shadow, unveils if only for a while. Forgotten lights flicker on the horizon until fragments drift with the passing tide into the safe embrace of the waiting shore.
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Jan 15
Jan 15, 2026 at 7:49 AM UTC
The Pier
The tide ebbs out like a silver montage of the past. It flickers in a hazed light. In the dank marshes, the seabed sputters around decayed stilts; it preys on age and congests hidden crevices with rot and rust It all withers away in the end. Her worn stilts quiver; a precarious skeleton, though what rests upon her frail shoulders? A once jostling promenade now subdued to a neglected passage of empty thought. Dazzling arcade lights now dim as old synapses. A musical Ferris Wheel frozen mid-turn like a cycle of elusive thoughts. Derelict and delicate, she rocks with the tide. Degraded by age’s callous burden, she is alone in solitary darkness, haunted by the echoes that ring on the promenade. Crumbling and wizened. Fractured and splintered, she grows impatient, impassive, apathetic, when battling turbulent storms. She rages on alone until her identity, mocked by shadow, unveils if only for a while. Forgotten lights flicker on the horizon until fragments drift with the passing tide into the safe embrace of the waiting shore.
SianDurham
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Jan 15
Jan 15, 2026 at 7:49 AM UTC
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