Silver Slices, Fishes Fins

She straightens as she sifts though shells a parlotry of hollow bells aside from the ocean that heaves and swells these are the sounds she holds in her hands. She shivers in the midnight air the silver salt on each strand of hair her heart released from every care and the toll the world demands. She never looks behind for fear of seeing her life too loud and clear so she keeps the ocean forever near a souvenir in her pocket.... A moment before these words were written she flooded the earth with all that glistens she called to the winds on a whim which whispered “Flow to me, calm me inside...”