Shoreline

The restless ocean.
The sacred haven of all the mythological heroes.
These waves are pulling my sewn hands to the endless shoreline.
Minerals dripping away its own particles.
(And the stormy rain blowing my heavy eyes)
Seagulls dropping their feathers to my ribcage.
Down to my invisible fins.
As the angry ocean dragging my body into immaculate pieces of unfortunate wishes.