Salt Skirt

Wrap coverup skirt.

”No lifeguard on duty
Nothing to keep us from drowning
We could slip
And this would be it
The last things to be felt
The wind’s warmth sweeping around us
The salt on our tongues, our cheeks
The salt in the air, tangled through our hair
The blue lapping at our skin
The blue, a sheer blanket wrapped around us

And we could float down
And hear a whisper from above
It is okay to sink
It has been enough"

Made with dead stock material

O/S