HE LAID HER GENTLY ON THE SAND. THE CHARCOAL GREY IMPRINTING LIKE CONSTELLATIONS ACROSS HER SKIN. HIS GAZE DRIFTED TO THE SEA... HOW GENTLY HE WISHED TO SLEEP.
POSEIDON STOLE A MAIDEN AND THAT WASN'T FAIR. SO HE SENT MIDNIGHT SEASHELLS TO ADORN HER CLOUDY BED. THE WAVES CRASHED WITH A MELANCHOLIC INTIMACY. THE SILENCE CARESSED IN BETWEEN WHAT WAS NEVER SAID.
HE STARED AT THE END OF THE EARTH AND WONDERED WHY THE ABYSS LOVED LOST THINGS. SHE WASN'T MEANT TO BE THERE, ANYWHERE, AND SO THE OCEAN BLANKETED HER GENTLY TO SLEEP.
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Wasteland Deity
PoetryA collection of poems, short stories, thoughts, etc. Trigger warning.
