i crave the foam of waves that crash against my ankles wiping off the blood that pools in skin hollows from restless clawing
bring me the ocean for i am stranded in a sea of green and every utterance is waterlogged and festering
time is a concept that weighs heavily on my mind as everything around me decays visibly soggy and weary bending sloshing i feel scabs forming but my skin isn’t thick enough to last another month
futile sunsets, a puddle leaking yellow across the pavement
