#hightide

a shallow foreshore
my body unhinged
deconstructs
the memory of a feeling

sucked in the depths
of themselves
or in the moving sands
at the bottom of the sea
that day,
a random number of shadows
ceased to be

shouted names
echo helplessly
in the wind
like burnt candles

an itching eczema
spreads like wild fire
eats away
on the tissue engulfing
my core

plagued by
a rotten desire
my soul floats frivolously
on the surface
of a bottle of rum

tiredless
from myself
i run
and i run
and i run…