National Poetry Writing Month: Day 11 – Swimming

Water washes over
And bumps against
My collarbone.
Waves scoop into my
Hands,
Swimming with
The stranger things.

Liquid glass
Wallops the coast,
Brisk bands of wind
Emulate,
Skin turns to goosebumps
But this cold feels
Differently.

Bottomless whispers and
Splashes shared,
Retold,
Like conversation
Stuffed in spirals
Of conch.

Water tugs,
We conquer the threshold.
Seaside DNA seeps
From between our toes
And we are pulled out again
Swimming with
The stranger things.

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