Washed ashore

Feelings that should be left alone, cast out on a raft made of indecision.
Drowning. Feels like drowning on dry land.
The waves crash around her world, the salt in her hair and eyes.
Her head always above water.
But the tide always brings her home.
Washed clean and smelling of Atlantis.
Treading water and covered in shells.

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