Capture my ocean side.
Surf my skin like you'd trace
your fingers on
VCR tape.
Wrap your hands
around my neck,
until I fade to black--
looking into your eyes.
Capture my ocean side.
It feels like a diamond
is sinking into my chest.
I want to hit myself,
repeatedly,
until I can't feel anything
but my blue skin smush
underneath my knuckles.
My fingernails
kissing my palms.
Capture my ocean side.
I cannot face what I have
drawn onto my mirror.
What I found measurable,
has lost scale, has lost
purpose,
immensely, breathless.
Rewind the tape
around my neck.
I'd rather not see through
the film
or you.
Capture my ocean side.
Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 9:50 PM UTC
Capture my ocean side.
Surf my skin like you'd trace
your fingers on
VCR tape.
Wrap your hands
around my neck,
until I fade to black--
looking into your eyes.
Capture my ocean side.
It feels like a diamond
is sinking into my chest.
I want to hit myself,
repeatedly,
until I can't feel anything
but my blue skin smush
underneath my knuckles.
My fingernails
kissing my palms.
Capture my ocean side.
I cannot face what I have
drawn onto my mirror.
What I found measurable,
has lost scale, has lost
purpose,
immensely, breathless.
Rewind the tape
around my neck.
I'd rather not see through
the film
or you.
Capture my ocean side.
