Bananafish by mee-aattt ddaammmooonn
"It's a perfect day for bananafish"
I said as I turned to her.
The sun shone down, piercing
as the waves met her ankles.
A cold chill rushed down her spine
And goosebumps appeared on
Her once unblemished skin
Now speaking to me in brail.
I traced the letters with the
Tips of my shivering fingers
And read the words to myself
As I looked her over.
"The exterior may change
but it's what's inside that counts."
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