Darkness Surrounds
My breath marks the cold
Wind blows through me
Hands full of worms
Feeding on the flesh
Of yesterday’s fruit

Compass Needle Spinning
Bare skin whipped raw
Salt water ripping me open
Intestines, tied in knots
As remnants of spoiled
Memories sit churning

Starless Sky
Vast open sea
Tossing the vessel that contains me
Retching, heaving, ridding
My bowels of this sickeningly
Sweet steaming bile

Eyes seeping from their sockets
Hollowing out the once occupied spaces
What was previously comforting and familiar
Comes to me disturbing
And Foreign

There is no Lighthouse calling me Home

There is no Lighthouse calling Me home