Trophy Hunting

The humans are cruel to her, pounding their cracked heels over her shifting surface, sifting her skin into jars to display on their mantels. But the sand does not take their toes or their limbs for her own. They bury their bodies, make castles on the palatial expanse, pluck stones from her hands and shells from her mouth, and still, she does not take them for her own. She lets them go, knowing one day they'll be gone, and she alone will remain.