Since that is all I have
No sea-fret breath
no gills no dorsal fins
All I have is this rupture
Recultured draft of stories beyond words
Just
Space between the abyss-like crack ripping open
Ripping time off
Stuck in salty coagulated blood plaster-like ripping
All the likes
All the ruptures
Sand dissolving under my feet on beaches I can no longer visit
Water stinking crystal clear into eyes that no longer can see them
Just feel them
Crisscross cutting wintered skin
Writings of longing
