I played on this beach
as a child
with my mother
and my father
still together
now I lay here
with the sand turning black
and you’re standing
with that knife in your hand
and the water
comes lapping at my feet
and you’re crying
with the fog rolling in
when they find me
jade pickers walking by
my new dress
will be tangled round my thighs
and my fingers
twisted at my side
I played here
as a little girl
with my mother
who was my whole world
made sand castles
every single day
til the green tide
washed them all away
