Your soul is spilling
a little bit
in the water.
It's running,
like wet paint,
like an open wound,
and they can smell it from a mile away.
The people on that island
they still remember
when Jaws was filmed.
They drank raspberry milkshakes
and pretended to be afraid
of the things they had known since
they still had they were little.
They screamed
and laughed,
and passed around straws.
Your soul is spilling in the water,
and this beach has no lifeguard.
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