I stand in the broken shells

The tide wades in and out
washing over everything we built
in the sand
i stand with bare feet in the clams
jellyfish drift past my ankles
they leave
no stings
seaweed wraps around my feet
ties me down into the ocean
while you sweep over them
hitting the shore relentlessly
I stand in the broken shells
the moon pulls you
to the shore
here i stay still
washing myself into
oblivion

by Emma Harris