girls at the beach in their hot funeral shrouds, all clad in white.
the syrupy viscous treasure of their salt coves froths through their undergarments.
the sun-burnt globes of their mourning buttocks rove the pale sands of this desolate coast.
bone-white linen clings to their sodden slits.
a crab hangs from an errant nipple poking through shroud swathing. she tears it free, leaving a crescent abrasion of weeping blood that cups her aureole like a red icon of a boat carrying a brown sun.