Inimitable Sea
Inside my woes creep.
Entangling this strange black hole I call my heart.
Everything sounds so good to me now: Hives of honey, Sweet beaded eyes, My strange fixation on your hands.
Pulling at my hair, a sea of acid dripping down my oars, Out to sea; Happy.
But it's cold like a draft.
Dressed up, tore down.
Twisted bodies fall to the floor, Like slugs in this circle.
We are one.