when I see sea glass I know
that it is the beer bottle thrown
against the wall from my childhood
the ocean tastes like cigarette ash & backwash
when I elbow my way out,
my edges aren’t
so sharp
there are no canyons here
where beauty is shaped by wind
& water over time
there is only glass
that tumbles in the sea
and
it is smoother & more beautiful than me
About the Creator
Kayla
🙞 Southeastern US-based writer/poetess 🙜
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Your vivid imagery and lyrical phrasing transport us to a sensory landscape, love your poems, thank you for sharing! Subscribed.