Girl From The Beach

Sipping from tea that’s tasting like blood.

Letting her toes freeze and die at tide and flood.

.

Coffee that’s burning her mouth,

Wine that kills her throat out loud

.

Purple heart,

just like the blood;

streaming out from

her cold hands, 

So black and blue.

.

Her eyes blurry by,

The salt and her own tears
She will get lost in the storm,

the lightning and thunder;

they will wound her in her own fright.

.

And she looks so white,

so pale,

so lifeless;

It’s just like the end is staring in her eyes and their teary mess.

.

Girl,

you look so pale and so white, 

it’s painful to ask,

but still;  Are you alright?

.

Knifes stabbing her back;

that’s how the cold sea water feels against the unhealthy temperature of her skin.

And there’s no lack,

of warmth…

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