You lay down.
Motionless, emotionless
for far too long.
You skin crawling away from
the big
bad
waves
of feeling
crashing down on you,
all curled up
in a kernel of
peace
like a nutshell,
hardened out
around soft you and
holding
only
you,
just to end up
swimming, soaked, in pieces
and scattered.
Now, you are
seaweed
you
are fucked,
your soft bits hang in the waters.
In the sobbing and heaving waves,
sharks dance for no one.