A walk on a beach

She shines a glaring light on my face like thin skeletal fingers replacing the darkness with light.

Now I know she is here.

I wonder how far she can go so wild and free, or if she is just as trapped and poisoned as he is.

He smells of crisp salty Mountain Dew.

She sounds like a flutter of wings but so soft and silent that they barely make a sound against the muffled roar of his voice.

He tastes like the salty breeze that she sweeps through my lion mane hair.

I want him to wash away my regrets and sorrow like he washes away the sand.

I ask her, “Why do you not hollow out the darkness inside of us like you do on the outside?"

She replies, “In three words I can sum up everything life is. It goes on.”

She shines a glaring light on my face like thin skeletal fingers replacing the darkness with light. The sea salt wind whips through my ruffled hair.

Now I know she is here.