I did not know that a skin
could be stretched so thin.
I am a pellucid shell
battered by the billows;
hollowed out
of body,
loaded
with dregs
of salted sand.
Sea-through.
See-thrown.
Tossed and strewn
onto littered shore,
aching to be reclaimed
by impish hands
and squidged into
tawny windowpane.

By Laura Benn