snakehead

you are a sea,

you are a pool, a lake;

I could dip in you,

for a while,

just a while,

stretch my toes,

move my legs,

back and forth,

forth again,

the hairs backswept,

swept up,

in your waves,

lapping at my shins.

your expanse fills me until I become scared of the consequences of such inhabitance;

intoxicating me,

my cells bursting,

leaking through the pores,

my skin no longer a barrier,

bones breaking,

useless in such toxicity,

eyes fried, limbs wired,

teeth, hair, all to stone.

should have brought a fucking mirror.