::: Wet :::

do you think Ophelia looked to the sun
as she drowned
was her face turned to one last sky
blue as lost love's eyes
can you imagine her crying
of the unfairness
of hope that left her wet
seeking through the bones
fishy lungs

::: Salt :::

you were the ocean
where I wanted to drown
now all I have is water
come find me
if you don't fear
salt between your feet

you won't

and this sea
it flows deep
like blood within the veins
blind but self-sufficient
necessary
filling up my thoughts

yet you won't let me drown
though I beg
I ask to be left to stay
throat full of salt
and water
let me go if you'll not hold me

::: Bandages :::

break my bones and break my heart
'til I fall to pieces
you don't need me whole
because you bandage up my soul
and keep it together
you have every part
just not quite assembled as it once was
but bandaged
everything is reconnected
it's like a bandage on my soul
bandage on my soul
it's a bandage on my soul
so I'm not dying
falling apart from the inside
but it holds the pieces together
bandaging my soul so I can't die

::: Miscarriage :::

sometimes I hate poetry
how it bleeds from my pregnant mind
like a miscarriage
it makes me sick
to vomit forth these words like they mean something
how dare they?
sticking to my tongue and throat
until I choke them up onto paper
a painful birth
dead and already rotting