by Madison Barlow
She stands
in an outfit of
sun kissed skin and
bare feet.
The firmness of
the pebbles under her
calloused toes
is balanced out by
the silky smoothness
of the salty waves
corroding the harsh surfaces.
The sun is staring
and reminding her that
it is leaving by coloring the sky
with pastels and primaries.
She gapes and breaths in
every shade
so that they fill her organs
with rays and warmth.
Suddenly,
it never mattered
that this was the place
where her heart was
torn in two
because she has been made
whole again.