• She stood at the top
    Looking down at the tide
    Seeing it had moved out
    Exposing the sharp rocks

    The wind billowed through
    Her hair like the wave
    Trying to crash into
    The rocks and hide them

    My breathing began to flux
    As the moonlight shown
    The brine that was left on those
    Rocks...

    The current had sank further back
    Offing the water further and further
    Away from view.
    Curious to when it would come back

    Taking a deep breath
    Letting the sea salt fill
    Her senses, the wind picking up
    Waiting for the sounds
    Of the ocean to consume her