Pearl White
Liam Cuddy
As ruffled bark and mossy stones slip by Like driftwood in steady rapids, I find myself craving adventure, craving Experience. Heart snapping like a snare, Lungs Rhythmically collapse and expand. Thoughts of everything, and nothing Burst into my head. I consider the magic of The World’s End. Vacationing in Hingham Was always a vibrant spark of orange on An otherwise powder blue summer. Upscale twine coils my feet like boas. Pendulum arms cut through the thick Salty air. Massive stones play dead, Lending me their still carcasses to use As cheap thrills along slithering paths. Spotted sunlight washes over my face, Bringing a color show meant for one. Blotted vision cloaks the ocean as the Clearing draws near. The cliffs grow more Foreboding with each mighty stride. Cresting the peak, never proved Unsatisfactory. Winds push back knappy hair As eyes narrow and vision clears. A figure in the distance snaps a still frame of What I assume is a significant other. He too, tries his best to retain beauty, When beauty is ever-present. Though there was immense beauty to be found Not on a face, or in her toothy grin. Nor looking miles Past the dimming sun, perched in limp hues of gold and sage.
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