I don’t know how to do this
how to avoid blue-shadowed bodies coming out from sea
my sand is cold and wet because of their leaking voices
my sand is crawling all over me watching them through my dusty eyes
I want to scream this is my seashore
but my mouth is like a dead shell with rambling words inside
while they keep coming out from water
with twisted arms and clammy legs
walking in circles
shadowing me
in here
that unique place where fire / earth / air / water stay connected through my perfectly symbiotic breathing
here
on my seaside
the seagull just started to cry for my lost sandy loneliness