Poetry · Writing

Lifeless

Stormed beaches

raining bullets

and red sand drowning nameless corpses.

Fresh lies fill the boats

headed back to the beaches

without an umbrella.

Sizing up names

asked if they own flip flops

and if you enjoy beach weather.

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