I did not have a dream but instead dreamt
of eating a lobster, crustacean salt of sea
I cracked open your arms to taste your meat
all salty warm butter you shattered
so easily, like my hands were meant

to break, or you were meant to be broken or we were
meant 
for each other
it was love I think it was love it was



a dream? I woke to insatiable itch
my skin flaking, then hardening over
I explored my arm with my tongue
and it tasted of salt crustacean
and the flesh wouldn't move it was
rock
maybe this shell will protect my pink insides
maybe this shell is my saviour but then
why can I barely walk

I felt very strong I felt protected, I turned
to demonstrate, to preform an act of magic
to make you disappear, to eclipse you
with myself

but you weren’t in my bed, you woke

alone, safely tucked away

love, promise me the summer

and your arms
your fragile bones