Stepping into my bath I imagine I'm
Soaking up the ocean through my porous skin
Spilling in to me so quickly
a whirlpool forms

I slowly lower my neck
past my collar bone, past my burning throat
The pit roots itself in your stomach,
"I didn't want you, not like this."

The ocean closes in on my burnt hair
my scalp screams
the salt runs deep
makes my blood curdle

My lungs tighten
My teeth buried in the centre of my lip
Is this all there is?

I drift
back and forth
like driftwood
gently kneading the shoreline
I can rest now,

I can rest now.