Jesse

15

Sand
A little breach, its dissolving
This castle is always falling.
Water washing it away
The waves have ben like this all day.
Heat leaving rashes of red
No clear out, salt stinging instead.
Separate fish eating alive
Ripping apart, falling inside.
Faster to get ashore
Gripping the blue ocean floor.
Choking on shells of the sand
Seeing that dark yellow band.
Wet hair plastering onto the face
Blood is the copper taste.
Floating through summer to thin ice
Leave the god behind
on the sea grave of time.