“Throw her into the deep end,”
they said.
“She’ll learn to swim soon enough.”

Maybe she will,
but you know,
it won’t be easy
the tides will grasp her firm
and try to drag her under
her lungs will scream
she may wail
and desperately thrash
the tumultuous current will beat her down
her arms ache, so does her heart
she’ll sick once or twice,
wonder whether it’s worth the fight,
but with time
and I can’t say how much
she will gain strength
and slowly but surely
she will begin to swim against the current
claw her way back
to the shallow end
and she’ll be able
to look them all in the eye
scars bare, clothes torn
but a wicked smile.

His Arteries Pressed,
What's Blood is Now Indigo
For He Pulsates an Ocean Across
His Thin, Paper-Skinned Skeletal

The Water Runs Deep
Though with Life Underneath
Only When Drowning Can One
See the Neon-Lit Streets  

This Dive-In Devotion That Drives My Parts
Into the Abyss
With my Anchoring Heart, Never Shall I
Return to the Surface

Words were all but words
What you never said;
What you said to me
Curses under your breathe.

I opened up my heart
You tore it apart;
Said I lived in fantasies
Bound to turn to dust.

I would fall to the deep end
You wouldn't even help;
Screamed till I was spent
And you just laughed aloud.