Shells

By Kamaile

Salt and rocks are all I know.

Laden underneath a blanket of blue.

Ridged peaks of jutted argonite.

Twirling in the wake.

The riptides carry me to the sun

Where I may see the shore once again.

Until I’m plucked from the trenches

Of the barren beach.

Left with nothing but the sea

Still reeling from within me