Seashells in all I do,
they lay at my feet,
the dramatic swirls,
the patterns thrown onto solid,
they consume my feet,

drown me at first tide.

I suppose I'm terrified to lay down,
where will I go if I sink?
But that's the risk I take
falling asleep by the ocean,
maybe I deserve that watery fate.
Maybe I deserved the crown
Like an oceanic queen,
gone mad.
I'm hoping
in my misery,
the sea will still have me.