~ The Beach ~

The Beach

My mind is on a sandy beach,
my body stuck in hell.
A salty scent burnt in my nose,
a secret I won't tell.
I'd be much happier elsewhere,
In a warmer place.
Take a look in my eyes,
You'll read it on my face.
I wish I were back there,
this location never home to me.
I close my eyes repeatedly,
the beach is all I see.
I feel it sifting through my hands,
and squishing through my toes.
No matter where my body is,
this is where my mind goes.

Bridget Bush