She speaks, and stars spill from her lips
She blinks, and flowers bloom on every eyelash
She laughs, and the sun slows it’s turning to hear it
The moon dips into the sea, aching to be closer
It is spring, and magic is waking to her touch

Tiny cracks that echo into chasms
Lining the great brass wall of my chest
Where once was darkness, now
Light like you have never seen
Sunburst, moonkissed, every shade of silver and gold
I am erupting into unknowns
I am splintering into beauty
It is a wondrous thing

I will speak with the sea’s own voice
Kiss with her gentle mouth
Call down the moon to me
And hear the gossip of stars
I will lie with the oceans bloated tongue
Scream with cresting rage
And drown the whole world with myself
I am fathoms deep in a watery dream
One where I had boats in my stomach
And the bones of long-dead monsters in my depths
I am endless in the dark
I am tidal when I sleep

Everything moved and nothing changed
Stepped three ways to the right
Clung to the monkey bars of my childhood primary school
Looked out through new eyes into the same world
From frightening unhinged angles
Shadows were still shadows
The sun still beat behind eyes that looked recklessly into it
The shape of you against the ground that was now the sky
And how well you fit there
Looking like you owned the dawn

There is nothing worse than silence
The silence that pulls taut between two people
Stretched thin and encompasses all that they cannot say to each other
That she loves him, but it will not make him stay
That he has felt like this for a while, and it is not something he can change about her
There is an empty that is fathoms deep between them
Where love once bridged it, just this :
The sound of him packing his things to leave
Her soft sobs that do nothing for anyone
The room is a gutted carcass now
Stripped bare of him
Of all the light he brought into it
And the girl thinks how foolish it is
To be destroyed by something
So fleeting and feeble as love

I don't know how to stop giving myself to people
To stop wanting to pour myself into the empty wells
Of those who do not know how to take their fill of me
I am parched for love and overflowing with it
But the ceaseless torrent of me is torture
And I am leaving both drowning and drought in my wake
The ocean inside of me is fathoms deep with yearning
But the world is a cracked, aching thing
It does not know how to grow anew from salt
I do not know how to dilute that which I spill
The thirsty earth, my thirsty mouth, my gaping, hollow everything
Everything sinks come the flood

Steal all your gold
Back from those who do not know how to treasure it
Take it from their careless hands
Hold it gently as you coax it back into yourself
Tell them 'this is not how to handle a heart'
Because it was, a heart
That you put into their tender care
See how bruised it is now, how aching?
Do not learn from this the act of anger though
Do not now hoard your gold, dragoness
You can be fierce and gentle at the same time
Give your jewels to those who you adore
And if they break them, bury them, treat with roughness that which you gifted
Then rear your head back, firechild
The sun is inside you, and she says sometimes it is okay
To raise a little hell