The beams break barriers:
sound
skin
a note, trilling out
bleeds into the dust-dancers filtering through
rays of sun heating my leg
paleness brought to surface
like some
small, vulnerable creature
a careful animal
i wander uselessly through petitions
cancerous
but aside from this.
I could find myself returning
tearing away old skin to be young again
you make me want to be
a not-so-careful
Creature

(heart failing
limbs flailing
shall i be a
finless maid?
orginal thought
we were boats
i conquered this
ocean, and you
conquered me.
now i see this:
you are the
ocean in which
i would
much prefer
to lose my lungs'
functionality)

drown me