She is a shoreline full of coves and cliffs.

Do not ask her to tell you where it begins or ends.

Damaged footprints stalk her recyclable judgments.

Scars reared up like cinematic poltergeist waves assassinating city lights.

Her spells weave in front of the bonfire my eyes cannot pull away from.

Strip teased by flames she weaves my opal necklace out of moonlight embedded sand.

She is a treasure chest full of jade.
  
Walking blindly,

I locked myself inside for days
   barely escaping with my life.

Her cool blue vampire lips kissed
  the death of innocence goodnight.

My rampant ink wrenched engines apart

nowhere to go except
  out to sea once more.

Floating on braids of her hair
  planks of our ship

recklessly cannon blasted by holes of our own self loaded rejection.

Stuck forsaken,

no worthy priest around when wolves dress in sheep's clothing.

Better off floating like an auburn leaf catching a rogue wave to wonderland.

Crash land on zero point
walk ghosted shores of her

Run    
Away
  Eyes

as if memory never existed.