I hear the waves contained in shell-shocked-grey in calcite walls, concrete a smothered voice. “You can never catch me” your hair was wings you smelled of wind. You were fading footsteps in the sand eaten by the waves. … and now the sea is tears, it’s kelp entwined, it’s sealed within, … and now the sea is calm, a rainbow sheen “You can never catch me, like the waves did”
Linked to Magpie Tales.