Night On a Beach

Blow into me and I bellow a tune soft and mellow like air through an empty beer bottle thrown haphazardly onto a dusty shore one sticky summer night. I, my contents consumed, lie hollow like the sea shells. I lay here a shell of what I should have been. Touch me and I'll shatter like glass but I long to feel so I touch myself. I fill the space between what I am and what I want to be with yesterday's leftovers and thoughts of unavailable men lying beside me in the sand.