I feel the sand beneath my feet,
I see the colour change around my heel.
My bare heels dig in deeper, leaving an imprint.
Now the surface will never be the same as before.
Until the tide comes in and washes away every trace.
My foot hits the sand and the water is pushed out.
The sand cracks and is changed forever.
Every grain has been moved, compacted, altered.
The sand has no choice in the matter.
It can never go back to before.
The water slowly creeps towards the imprint.
It taunts me and the sand,
Knowing that it can reverse the change.
It flows over the cracks and the crevices.
Then the surface returns, exactly as it was before.
Only the sand and I.
We know the secret,
We know that something changed.
But, the surface now appears unchanged.
Underneath it has been altered, beyond repair.
The more the sand moves beneath my feet,
The harder I dig in my heels.
The more I wish that the surface could tell a different story,
Something different to how I feel underneath.
How I wish for the tide to engulf my body and cleanse the skin that I am in.
-@little_speaks
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