• curiouslychristina 4w

    Her foamy fingers snatch the sand, grabbing up the shy creatures who have hidden in the shadowy pools.

    The shells and rocks that cut and slice my flesh are swallowed: a magicians trick.

    And before I am evicted, she groans,

    "The tide doesn't stop
    I retreat and I extend
    Listen, watch, and then move on
    The tide does never stop "