• The breeze lifted her hair
    as she tanned without a care.
    The wave crashed against the shore
    waiting to hear the lore.

    The clouds rolled in
    as she has last sinned.
    The sand so warm
    grew colder each minute.

    Birds flew south
    only to be eaten by the mouth.
    She wadded toward the sea
    so desperate for the death of thee.

    The coldness of the ocean
    made her think of lotion.
    She glanced at the sunless sky
    only to think of many lies.

    Even though the beach was clear
    she always knew the end was near.
    Out of the sky the lightning came
    and to her death all the same.