Awash

~AWASH~

She haunts these shores:

Beautiful as the sunset,

Dangerous as the ocean waves.

Her disparaging voice echoes like the call of the gulls

Swept on coastal winds.

She drifts

Pale and transparent as shallow brine.

Spume is the lace of her gown.

Black weed tangles in the locks

Of once golden hair.

Her breath is silt.

Eyes as deceiving as the undertow,

Dark and chilling as the deep.

Hypnotic.

Imploring.

Things move there:

A swirl of memories

- Of life

Of love…

But do not look

For she craves company

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