Alone in the Tide
Is this ocean really so stifling?
So perverse to my oxygen spoiled lungs?
If I set my mind to it, I'm sure I could
Overcome this salty, briny sea.
The swim is rough,
My limbs bruised and scraped
Like so many stones smoothing themselves over one another
Then the undertow…
So insufferable is this hand dragging me below
The foam in my lungs chokes and sputters in the sounds of my words
Vowels lost in the gills of the fish
Swimming through my hair
Their skeletons wash up on the shores
Of your foggy beaches.
The water has gotten cold
The sunlight is fading from the cerulean surface
Heaving with the World's rushed breath
The darkness envelops me
As I lose sight of those green, glassy stars
And retreat calmly into the calamity
Abusing my pliable body.
The changing tide washes me ashore,
Tattered and torn
My senses razed and raped by the brutish sea
My throat burning from the salt of your displeasure
And my new source of breath.
I touch my wounded, aching skin
As gentle as your vast, affection