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Should have listened
The blue eerie ocean lapped my feet 
 Once, twice, three times
 But it always went back fast 
 Leaving no signs of my foot prints
 It keeps growing higher on me
 The Indigo nail polish I applied last night isn’t visible anymore
 My bare feet are sinking slowly but surely in the tan wet sand
 The sparkly water is trying to pull me in
 He’s a kidnapper
 He steals people’s lives
 My mom warns me to stay away
 Because anyone in his grip he pulls in
 Until they’re in the heart of him, the abyss
 She says none of them live
 his pull is too strong
 But I stay clear of her warnings
 I keep going
 The water is up to my ankles 
 Drenching my anklet
 Soon I’m up to my knees
 My white summer dress teasing the water
 Only an inch off the surface of the water it flows freely
 Just when I think it is safe I keep walking at the same height of water
 An unexpected wave bigger than me comes up
 He eats me up
 I’m lost in all the water
 I lost my breath
 My only chance of living
  when I wasn’t prepared
 Soon he pulls me out and I grow further from the land
 All I can think of in that panic is
 “I should have listened to my mom”

 
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