dawn thought my hands were yours -
in bluewash light these pale
and bloodless bundles of lies
could do nothing but tap out my destruction
on your spine.
i'm deep sea creatures,
crowded close in the dark against your
deep world heat.
my fangcrowned jaws are bigger than my heart:
faintly bioluminescent bait
sweeps the currents before me;
blind, i wait, openmouthed.
the monsters here don't need shadows.
slow dawn light never falls this far.
look, there's life, twisted,
in this sea beneath a gulf yawning.
this nest of brittle bones and soft muscle,
a depletion born of pressures we could
i grasp, blindly, with brittle
clawcrowned hands clasped like jaws
around your warmlight spine.
in this dark, monster that i am:
i wait, i wait for dawn.
survival is the easy part
Beautiful. I love the analogy.