Making Me

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slow leak

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something is clinging to my chin

all but forgotten

easily passed off as nothing

till it comes back again

when this can’t be happening

~

sea foam gathers on my shoreline

rides my waves inland

a mass of black mold and pollution

aggregating, expanding

blocking incoming signals

pushing inwards, swarming

cries for help drowned out by the gulls

~

something that should not be here

calls in troops

comes down cascading

claw a path out my eyes

leave me blind to what’s coming

~

the cruelest form of mercy

this invading navy shows

letting me remain sheltered

higher than the foam can reach

in a lighthouse designed

to overlook my tragedy

bluebeard keeping me confined

~

the pressure builds

expanding my rib cage

life like sand reshapes

blast through my sternum

so the air might escape

~

hide the body ’still alive

it floats to the surface

the first air bubble pops

limbs run blind

eyes darken

the prick of foam bursting

against my cold skin

~

foam infects my lungs

spills out my throat

the ocean within too vast

no streams nor rivers

let the the sea salt past

~

sand eroding back out to sea

takes a piece of me

the mass of sea waste

fatter with each wave

all of my oxygen

siege and seize

a war of attrition

~

spread like ivy up my lighthouse

until that too falls to the sea

i stop manning the tower

that something clinging to my chin

long since turned to august showers

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