• i am the ash on the window sill.
    but you are my iris
    & under the skies, here we are
    but you lie
    underneath, something else-
    someone else.
    & my breath comes out, shakey.
    the earth wraps its arms. round'. me.
    b r e a t h e.
    refocus. relax
    oh, ill be quite honest.
    im feeling so displaced.
    swim lonely. skin deep.
    it doesnt affect me.
    but i stared at that door. i mean, i thought.
    & i feel the sound of the ocean.
    i can taste the feeling of the cycled water.
    i can hear my own voice, screaming.
    waves take my under-
    salty sea water, burning my throat.
    oh no, darling. dont.