i breathe. salt in my lungs, heavy
red in the back of my throat. my
mouth is an ocean, the river
flows from a mountain eye right
through a cracked lip. you bet
some used to grow in there
now it's just another grave
like a town full of ghosts
haunting each empty body
they can't ever have. how
frustrating. my mouth is
an ocean, the bottom lip is
its beach, where you have to
pay to play on, and. i told
you, it's not worth it