a wing
over a dark sea
looking up from what you're doing
what you're not doing
looking up
seeing
what I don't see
or the same thing
altered
when I was eight
I cut my foot on a sea shell
blood is red sea water
put a shell to your ear
you'll hear your own blood
howling in the night of your body
but you've heard that before
let me tell you another
when I was twelve I had my first wank
afterwards I felt anxious and guilty
as if everyone knew
as if they could hear the blood
still surging through me
dragged by a mad moon
neither of us are looking now
maybe we weren't looking in the first place
the light is changing
a sea mist Photoshops out
the sea
the sky
the beach
you
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