Your voice trickles under the door where the floor is dirty,
I lie with spiders legs pinned beneath me
And the sound smacked me down like a wave,
Like it did when was was ten,
The skin peeling slap stings
I couldn’t tell where I ended and where the salty water and sand began
The world streched for miles.

It was jealous of me, so alive when it never had been
Me so young with feet scared of fishes,
Me fighting with bruised legs for something it couldn’t know
Pulled out to shore,
Red eyed and stuffed like a fat pig
Bloated like a corpse
But not afraid of waves or thankful for hands.