Silver necklace
I find myself in an inn on empty shelves, on a useless island put here, in the ocean, just to help ferry in trouble. Like mine.
It is raining.
It’s still raining.
It rains on the sea.
Small circles widen on the rising tide.
It’s raining hard.
The circles make noise, laugh, chase. Intertwine. They drag me to this rock.

Material: Silver