All of the Stars

I look up at the sky,

All of the glittering stars,

Pasted across the black.

Each one wrapping around each other

in attempt to be the brightest.

Low dark clouds gathered

around the mountaintops,

and threatened rain.

The water seemed to speak to me

with each wave that rolled upon the shore.

My mouth tasted like a salted slug on a warm day.

My feet pressed against the cool sand.

I looked around me, the night sky seemed to swallow the scene whole.

To my right was my mother,

dressed in a black bathing suit cover up

and waves tied into a bun

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