The running babble, the helpless figure- twisted, turning, struggling for breath. The ship’s gone down- masts bent over, no one to help her now. Caught by tide, ripped by pride- agonizing to hang on. The rolling tide flows out again, the ebb and flow of water, her arms reach out to grab the sand to grasp remaining life. She heaves and pulls up the beach towards the neon lights. No one wanders to the beach, no long romantic walk-bys. Her life hinges on being found after her ship has long gone down. Her hard fought battle nearly won, though some say nearly lost. The pearly gates creak open, hinges cry for oil. As the tide slowly floats out again, the ebb and flow of life.
Reason for writing:
well, this was just something i was playing around with...i kinda like it..not one of my favorites...tell me what you think though
Birth sign: Taurus
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