Black wave rushes, gushes inky black
water. Icy cold, icy.
Dead man pallor on my hands,
I reach forward, but a cut throat pirate
hurt me too much to eat. Must have caught
it from that boy I often kiss,
he must have caught it
somewhere else. Black wave envelops me.
Off-colour, no red in my cheeks,
lost to the churning sea.
How is it you manipulate me
like this, so easily? How is it
you have drowned me
in myself,
in the ocean of my hometown?