Seeing Red, Until It's Too Late

CW: stabbing

Pebble Reccess

written for school. didn't realize it could so be a luke poem until after i wrote it lol

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down by the beach
where the soft sand and tall grass meet
lies a tiny piece of stone.
smooth and delicate
rounded but imperfect
grey and glittered with white.

the pebble has been here for some time.
playing in the afternoon sun
caressed by a playful breeze
the inviting smell of salt
and all its brand new friends by its side.
they’ve learned so much together
laughed despite ill weather
nestled in sediment

but the high tide must take it away someday.
into the azure
and onto the shore
of the island
across the sea
because they have to.
it knows this.
but that’s okay
because today it can play
in the afternoon sun
caressed by a playful breeze
the inviting smell of salt
and all its friends

will say goodbye
as the wave foam comes forward
to whisk the pebble away
currents brushing against asphalt
carried to the island
across the sea

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