she is troubled
as the hell-raising
waves of the
sea looking for
direction
if she swam
against the
current
her bones
will be filled
with coerce
pressure
what a
terrible
place
she'd been
swimming
and she
can't get out
of what seems
to be an
endless chaos
swaying and
seeking
an alluvion in
the promised
shore
oh you'll
never be
dried bitch
when you've
known land
because
i will
pull you down
