A spiral of bone,
turning in on itself
over and over again,
infinity found and lost-
it echoed back the dreams
whispered into that tapered end
with lips chapped and sore
from harsh winds of an ocean side,
uttered secrets that are
as big as the ocean,
and sound like it too.
So, I had wanted to try writing a piece where I never actually said what it was- however, I feel like I could really improve the middle of this, and I don't know what to do. Suggestions?
Thanks for reading. c:
-Coral-
