You were an ocean before you burned your bridges dry
I watched you carry ships on your back
Till your nose sunk,
swallowed mountains.

Bones;
you are spit,
turning dust topside
[words are just a patchwork of unceasingly frayed,
Indirectly blunt desires]

We head south but can't escape the cold
Here's a sweater,
Bulky, tight knit grandmother stripes
wear it when you know who you've been.

You're the rough waves I respire
Transient shell I inhale
Soft before you touch the jagged bottom.
I've waded through your translucent body
Like an empty tank
Over and over

We clapped hands but missed the point

And wore our exoskeletons to the grave
So our mouths would break against our skin
Over and over
Bellowing and rolling with the wind.

Seagulls return to their garbage
Picking scabs till they drown in bliss
On the way down,
they wonder
how a rolling stone
defies moss.