Phantomtigers

she sells 9mm shells by the seashore, says she can hear the ocean. but if you listen close to these shells you can hear ghosts. something borrowed, something blue, something broken, something bruised. she traces her fingers across the autopsy scars while she counts her bones like currency. she'll leave your skin screaming, and sink into the whites of your eyes like a shipwreck. can you hear the ocean?