timing never was my strong point.
and all it took was one more knock
to break open the damn and leave me
shaking and shivering as the oceans
flowed and flooded.
a fractured collarbone can kill you.
i already knew i was dying when the tide
came in and laid on my shoulders and
that tiny sliver of bone departed,
coarse, right through my vein.
i held my breath, and i could feel it
a tiny vessel in my veins, my stream
although i was unsure of its course
i knew that it would surely be the
bringer of my body's winter.
it scraped and all i could think was
the water was perfect for a swim.
i imagined that ort of death was you,
planning my demise
how i knew you always wanted to.
i held my head beneath the surface
and i felt light and airy and free
something you never knew of with
your charcoal bones and heavy heavy heart
i will defeat your ghost somehow
you don't know this but
i've been thinking more recently than before
and i figure you can't really haunt me if i'm
haunting you. you can't really be behind me
if i'm behind you.
it might just take fracturing every bone
that i have resting in my body till
i reach that moment of clarity
but if i weigh the same as you
you cant hold me down.