Clouds blew their brains out
overhead and drifted apart.
I cried for my part
in killing something beautiful.
Another beach day,
the lost criminal art.
I never believed in airy
penalties or sand castle pity,
personal truths or the
shameful rip tides
true love desires.
Sunbeams squeeze out,
lemon drops,
too sour to inspire.
© 2022 | K.Hartless
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