my poetic muse

V.8 // The Sea-Shell Movement
Silence panged her upright on the tips of her glossy sheen mindset
She fell back into a millennium of blue waves, fine print calligraphy narrating the title of a tidal
The ethereal murmurs of poignant black sky that spoke to heartbeats
And the white blankets of the waves that came like seismic quivers from the core
They brought her crumbling through ephemeral chides and coherently incompatible shivers
Onto a flat pavement of the sand, intrinsic centerpiece holding all the elements,
And imaginative figments of sanguine withholdings


^{horribly plain photo sorry. just needed something to connect my feelings with OTL}