Why?
By Matilda A
Published 24 September 2023
The limpid water washes over the rocks, helping them to disappear.
The sand below is a goldmine. Glittering, blinding my eyes.
The rough, yet peaceful waves, chill my blood.
The sharp rocks that scrape my skin, pointing to the sky.
The smell of oil lingers throughout the waves, making me wonder why?
The sombre water wears away at the rocks, destroying them.
The sand underneath is a sign of imperfection.
The rugged waves, pull me down.
The dull rocks, featureless against my skin.
The strong stench of oil follows me around, making me wonder why?