Seaweed drapes down my back, cloaks
my shoulders like a thick leather cape.
Snip, snip. A piece for you. You don’t
like the way it salts your tongue
or slithers down your throat.
Maybe sesame dressing
or a cold mound of sushi
will make it more appetizing.
(nope)
That’s okay. I have plenty more.
But I reach down my spine to find
a hollowed out hole, straight through
my body, no longer masked
by my nights spent underwater.
I’m at the surface now and it’s clear
that I’ve been drowning all along.
Nov 3, 2016
Nov 3, 2016 at 7:27 PM UTC
Seaweed drapes down my back, cloaks
my shoulders like a thick leather cape.
Snip, snip. A piece for you. You don’t
like the way it salts your tongue
or slithers down your throat.
Maybe sesame dressing
or a cold mound of sushi
will make it more appetizing.
(nope)
That’s okay. I have plenty more.
But I reach down my spine to find
a hollowed out hole, straight through
my body, no longer masked
by my nights spent underwater.
I’m at the surface now and it’s clear
that I’ve been drowning all along.
