the water laps the shore
the red sun sets
its reflection
like fresh blood
puddling outward
growing ever larger
only to recede again
as if sucked back by a sponge
a futile attempt
to clean it away
Perhaps more to come later if people don't hate this one. I like feedback. :)
1 comment:
I love it. Remind me later to tell you what I got out of it because I want to see if that is actually what you intended for it to mean. and stuff. yeah.
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