She is traveller,
is sailors boot tied
until the leather
pinches her skin
tight.

She is moon gazer
star stealer
eyes bright with
adventure as her
limbs turn like
windmills
against the
setting sea.

She is tilted axis
is turned to the
stars that are
turned down
to watch over
as she swims
on an
ocean that
always remembers and
never forgives
that curdles her
insides
cuts at her
soft flesh
like razor blades or

human
nails

that curl in her
insides
she has no
hand hold
to dock herself
no boat to
lay her
weary feet
only
cursed waves that
reach up
up
up
u
p
into her
chest
that squeeze
at her
heart
and lay

dormant

in her
stomach.

She is hunter
darkened eyes that
reach down
into the undergrowth
with feathered gracefulness

gratefulness

that is reflected
in her
many scales.

She is

what she

is.

Nothing more

Nothing.