a well-starved leech on my mind. An ore beating through the tumultuous sea of my stomach. I struggle to reach reach out and lift lift myself to freedom, upon that boat - oh, almost soβ¦ tangible; oh, almost a light at the endβ¦ The boat pushes faster, h harder, the waves licking desperately at itβs splintered hull for just just one one taste one salt-splaying, spliced taste β¦at the end of this disembowelled sewage pipe called love.