Death took a walk with me. A haunted shore. Shell shards. Upended trees.

I teetered on the earth’s rim. Held my love’s hand. Bit windblown hair and embraced thundering water.

Life and Death merged on a strip of sand. Ragged tree stumps. Waterlogged pools. Sea creatures wrapped their lips around what remained.

We can find a way to thrive.

In desolation.

Until we become grains of sand. A zephyr of dust. Mermaid foam kissing the face of a future soul who follows our path.

When we wander through places, do they invade our spirit? Make us remember them? Is that what haunting means?


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