Every day we wake up to a new kind of surrender.
And
I bury my lover.
in the silt and sand of a water-soaked beach.
Pearly blue eyes,
In oceans I’ll never enter again.
I am a hollow spectre,
haunting

Scorched by the sun-kissed sand, and
I am Kneeling,
picking up shards of glass,
cupping my hands together,
gather more
untuck my shirt and
fill it with more glass
and more still and

Exhale smoke,
trapped deep in my lungs
Learn how to breathe again
feet bare, stumble through thick brambles
in the shadow of tall trees,
light sprinkles only through the
gaps
through vehemence and apathy

And through a clearing I find a strange statue
made of stone, wrapped in chains, arms at its sides,
with no face, No face,
but I know
deep within my bones
it’s me in there,
lifeless and bound.