Barefoot I followed you across the shoreline.

My feet shy of sharp things,

I squinted in the darkness for warnings

before edging my toes closer to the water

not quite prepared for the bite

brought about by the sunset three hours before

when this had seemed like a good idea

and I’d taken little convincing.


While you waded in hip height

I lingered in the shallows

tide around my ankles,

cold fingers creeping up my calves

and a knot in my stomach

that wouldn’t let me go any deeper.

When I asked you to drive me home,

you didn’t ask why.


Daily Prompt: Dim


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