Shells – a poem

The sea didn’t want my body.
It spat me out,
in good (mari)time,
on the shoreline.
Washed up.
Before I had even started.
Diving into territory uncharted,
only to find that despite
95% of the ocean being unknown territory,
there still was not a place for me.

By Fudge Cooper


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