poem

waking up seaside 

with tea colored eyes
i notice ivy began to grow 
out my eyes, mouth and nose
skimming the beach to find
comfort in this nautical 
graveyard - the half moon 
glistens on broken shells,
releasing and letting go
the feeling of falling but 
never landing - grinding 
my teeth between beach sand 
and stones, trying to 
remember how i got here in
the first place