ocean fingers drag discarded vertebrae
and crumbled mountains down from dunes of sand
to where her hunger finds its satisfaction,
between her jaws.
the bone ache that piques,
the salted blood rushing to attend,
a storm wind whipping rabid foam.
into her let me disappear,
let me melt,
my form ebb
into her brine
and inky depths.
I turn to the earth and whisper that I must let my sisters
tend the hearth fires,
for I have found that so much of me
is an excess of blood
and I must seek to drench it.
in the nadir of your oceans.