Justanotherobserver

she was smart enough to know that the rain didn't fall just because her day seemed more black than blue; she knew it came from the tears the ocean sang when it thought nobody could hear, but that wasn't the case when lightning cracked and shattered whenever it struck bone. she always was more of an island than a shore, but her docks were all rotted away and they had left nothing but skeletons to hang onto; her lighthouse held no lantern since the ocean had doused her flame to ash oh so very long ago. fish never bit at what was left of her brittle bones, but they made homes amongst her ribs where the coral grew in patches so much