Blue Tides
Written July 20, 2020
these are the days
that green leather
crumbles
soaked in
somber
serendipity
plastic smiles
dripping darkness
coincidentally
the moth
grows weaker
as it nears
the light
there is
irony
in this
reality
so close
and yet
so far
from this
gray stolidness
the shell
of truth
Blue Tides © Safira Schiowitz