The Shell Collector
Abreast briny waters
Tides fill my eyes
Churning color to black
Bashing against barriers
A relentless crest
Comes flooding back
It fills the cracks
Then recedes
Exposing my shore
Full of vacancy
Iridescent nonetheless
A trail of use to be to collect
For a bucket full
Of a beautiful mess
Copyright © Andreanna Escamilla | Year Posted 2020
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