The Rock and The Wind 

 

The rock and the wind or dead on the beach 

waves hit me and then go back inside

washes over me three times before i step back 

 

 watching the imprint of where my feet once were; i'm getting washed away 

 

the suns shift is over and the pink in the sky glares at me 

 

i can’t erase the thoughts interrupting my day of something that never happened; nothing ever happened 

 

Is That Worse; I  Don't Know 

 

goosebumps grow where the wind meets my skin my hair is blowing mind reeling with memories of things that i wish happened 

 

Is That Worse; I Don't Know 

 

Leah Crespo