Pink Coast

Pink Coast 

we set out for the pink coast 
we had been warned 

everything shining isn’t so bright 
seen from up close

sea feels soft and warm 
up to our mouths

taste of our own blood 
cut with sea salt 

your pleasure only treasure 
your whims billow sails 

men meet their fates with 
clenched teeth and cut nails 

drowning in 
inches of water

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