Wrenched

Turned in on pride,

Foul like a raging sea,

Crested in biting blue’s white teeth

About to go down hard.

 

Dying words fail me.

When tempered steel breaks,

Shattered thoughts–

Scrambled eggs…

 

Un-write my ways

And give rise to tides,

Pulled tall by a stretched moon.

Waves over me,

Down and gone,

Into a crushing depth,

Of darkness.

 

Awaking pain–

The clock runs on, measuring my ache.

A vine without water,

A night without day.