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By Emilee Petersmark
All your thoughts keep you from the shore and out to sea?
Salt stings my lungs, my wounds, my tongue
Won’t keep itself anchored, and when everything matters,
Too bad, it’s a shame. I can’t tell when we started going
Down where it’s too dark to see
And are you scared?
One last prayer before
The storm steals from your body all the beauty I once knew.
Tie this anchor to my
Waist and let the Lorelei take me, take me from you.
Mayday, S.O.S.;
We’re taking on water and there’s a hole in my chest.
I’ll be the chains around your ankles,
I’ll be the ache in your lungs,
I’ll bring you down with this shipwreck if you
Ferry me down.
Sinking, slowly-- Can you see the bottom when
All your thoughts keep you from the oxygen you need?
Is this too much, more than you had bargained for,
Sending our two paper hearts onto the ocean.
Goodbye and so long-- my heart’s capsized and I feel so
Slow motion shutdown for good
And are you scared?
One last prayer before
The storm sends both our bodies to the beaches we both knew.
Tie this anchor to my
Waist and let the Lorelei take me, take me from you.
Mayday, S.O.S.;
We’re taking on water and there’s a hole in my chest.
I’ll be the chains around your ankles,
I’ll be the ache in your lungs,
I’ll bring you down with this shipwreck if you
Let me drown.
Capture your wild senses before
They drive you insane and rudder us to the reef.
Nobly salute, as in some dutiful obligation
To be the ocean stealing sand
From under my feet.
You are the ocean.