motionless, emotionless

 

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.