A warm breeze rushes
Across shallow water
Your skin bleeds
Like a daughter
The sea you said
Is from where
You came
They dug you out
You got your name

The salt formed the sand
The sand made your locks
The girl in your heart
Put your heart in a box

Before me you hover
Like a vessel
Made of the things
With which I must wrestle
If you didn’t exist
Could I have summoned
A phantasmagoria
So becoming?

Under the moon you glide
All lit and starry
The skim on your skin
Makes me sorry
For being a stranger
But now that I’m here
I can see the danger
Of leaning too far
Into tomorrow

So I hide the knives
While you shake and cry
A pillow over my head
Still I can’t deny
That skin bleeding
Like a daughter
The sound of the hours
Preparing the slaughter

Return to the sea
Melt the sand
Unleash your locks
Throw your hand
Dripping in the dark
Let it open the box
By now you know
It’s all you’ve got

Chicken.