Ava Dickson // THE COLD SUMMER BEACH

Freezing water licks my legs.

The hair on my arms jumps up as I stand in the chilling summer dregs.

 

The waves push and pull at me, drawing me in and back,

to and fro.

Uncompromising forces of nature whose powers never slack.

 

Beneath the water’s surface, I dare to only glance,

for the sight of sea life terrifies me when there is no barrier between us, behind which they prance.

 

The beach’s sand clings to my wet feet in the way that spider webs cling to flies.

I dash to the nearby grass to rub it away,

But instead seek relief in the undulating tides.

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