Claimed by the Sea

There are cockles and broken glass spread across the floor.
The door is wide open and the sand made drifts all down the hall.
Broken panes in the window reflected light in from the sky.
This is no longer my house, it has been claimed by the sea.
A starfish is dying down by the laundry, ironically the washing machine is half
full of seawater washed in by the waves at night, leaving a salty snail-like
trail behind.
This is no longer my house, it has been claimed by the sea.
Claimed by the sea, and it was always going to be, Claimed by the sea…
I’ve planted a garden in assorted pots.
The flowers are drooping and waterlogged.
Seaweed lay in wreaths like it was Christmas time, a christmas in a house that
wasn’t mine.
Been claimed by the sea, and it was always going to be, Claimed by the sea…