crawling up Echo Beach.
Steel carterpillars rip the dirt,
missiles scream.
Explosions envisioned in my bathtub
remind me of days gone
and a love
blooming and perished in the nocturnal glitter.
A slippery floor of lies and broken nonverbal promises you used to dance on, too.
Echo Beach
You picked me up in this place.
Slowly dragged me out of the bloody mud that was my world,
dipping me back in from time to time.
Right now I smell a breeze coming from Echo Beach
telling a tale of my reality.
Now I go and bite that certain mud.
I’m never gonna try to spit it out again.
You wanna kiss me?
Ok – come on
taste Echo Beach.
