Silk Tides

They whisper to my feet
‘Walk, walk, walk’

The wind pushes me forward
I untie the folds of my sorrow
And weave the pain anew
A different poem
A different pain

My hair swallows sunlight
Leaving behind the heat
The strands are still dark
Like the beak of a crow
Building a nest out of dried
Brown twigs of melancholy
My Skin gleams like translucent
Lies craving to get to the
Heart of the ocean

Blue death sounds unique

Maybe I could fly down here
Where others usually die

Silk tides beckon me home
They’ve drowned submarines
And I’ve murdered blue skies
Together we could build a
Shelter out of our psychotic blues.


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