Beach House

This place, this handmade escape
is memories made to be suppressed.
Cherry flavored regrets.

Shingle by shingle it was crafted
to keep the voices at bay.
With the firm understanding
that it will all wash away.

Some secrets they thought, are best kept nailed down.
Kept in the wood made to erode.
In time, they thought,
none will be revealed.

The ocean will take them.
My lips are sealed.

 

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