Filth
Knownness lingers inches from my mouth, a breath that is not mine. I feel you pulling at the invisible threads stitched between my ribs.
Why?
I stand again at that familiar cliff, the sea comes obediently, Merciful in a way. It forgives nothing.
Please stop looking at me. The salt has already chosen my shape. I have been this way long before you gave it a name. Please dont see it blooming under me like a bruise that enjoys being pressed.
I know my strangeness it hums in me like a hive. I watch it work. Dont stop.
I have stopped drowning myself. Are you still watching? Were you ever?
Sometimes I love it when others step beside me and feel the undertow tug their ankles.
I see your eyes widen.
I know you recognize the terrible electric knowing.