Skeleton leaves shock
with their frailty.
Embedded here & lain
down low
there is only the dirt
and the stink of the
kelp-girl
who lies here heavy
with wishing for light.
And riddled with sharp
bites of the curious and blind,
to the kelp-girl
it would seem that her mother
is the ocean, the floor
her mother-belly,
and she would tremble to the bone
remembering morosely
all those 'dreams'
she has had.
Hagfish and fishbones
and a rotten miscellany -
her eyes rattle in
their woken sockets;
black rings in the
blackness... she is
so weary of THIS.
And sometimes black
sharks and expiring
bodies circle close by
but she has no means
to draw them
near-
salt water and silt
blossom in the nonsense of her tongue.
Knotted up & smothered
the seabed envelopes her.
She lies cradled
in kelp
in her bitter
nursery.
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