Sin

One bright morning

the sea was eerily quiet

a cloud of smell began to color the air

as an amphitheater of sunbathing corpses emerged

lying on the incline like children put to sleep

casualties of another hangover,

the only evidence of a night no one remembers

No one but the sea,

who has tried to wash it all away in shame.

As survivors begin to pick up the pieces

one of them has written into the sand

the date and time

of the next crime

George is an author, researcher, podcaster, chemist, molecular biologist and food scientist. You can follow him on Twitter @99blackbaloons , listen to his Spotify podcast George reads George, join his mailing list, or enjoy his books

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