The lock clicked closed in the door.
Yoga class had ended by the shore.
My students’ laughter drifts away in the breeze.
Elongated shadows envelop me with ease.
The pier stretched far into the sea.
I walk towards a slumbering quay.
Breaking waves underneath my feet.
Wooden steps meet the street.
Fishing boats and yachts lined in perfect arrays.
Glimmering sails in the sun’s final rays.
Neat rows of birthing opulence stays.
Bowing goodnight to fishermen’s days.
A cantaloupe melon sinks through a blood orange sky.
A yonder beach bathing in coppery pink light.
I carry my sandals in my hand,
Leaving footprints in the sand.
The sun hangs low over the ocean.
Lapping waves of the sea in motion.
The breeze plays with my long hair.
A whisper of dusk left in the air.
A sudden smell of camel cigarettes pierces the night.
It doesn’t belong and gives me shivers of fright.
The weight of someone’s presence is right behind.
A drop of sweat breaks free, and rolls down my spine.
Running for my life spraying sand in his eyes.
He swears and lunges, catching his prize.
He’s big and wide, a great husk of a life.
As we fall, I see the glint of a knife.
The tide showers us suddenly.
He drops the knife, and I break free.
Saved by nature’s hand.
Footprints in the sand.
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Elizabeth Woods
My name is Lizzy and I'm a mom, an author, school teacher and an MFA creative writing graduate. I write emotion-filled fiction narratives and mental health articles. This is my website: www.elizabethwoodsauthor.com
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