Off my fingertips, amongst the water

Cool me in this collage of mockery 

Eyes cast under my skin 

Breathing this archaic rhythm among grandeur 

That I clutter and bruise 

To wear and tear at my treachery 

Loosed 

Waves around me, 

Grub, dirt 

Lurking around this lens 

For release 

This truth 

A thin white line, 

In the crevices 

As I breech and gouge my head to the surface 

Brown crawling around this white 

Creating a long river for my 

Worries to touch 

And swallow 

The creek 

As it sheds itself