It started out as a drip and then it became a faucet and then it became a leak then finally, a sewer, then finally, a lake.
I found your net it was right by mine where we left them wet I soaked my head in gasoline and set fire to the house I never looked back to see if you were surprised
I felt the bark under my new hand and I felt the trees stop growing acres of wasteland denied
Cleaning out the drains I had fingers under my skin that the world saw but I didn’t
Hope is water on the floor a cup filled with glass a vessel in itself