Inner tide

STONES FALLING OVER MY HEAD,
MY HAIR HANGING DOWN UP TO MY WAIST
LIKE THE WATER SPRINGS
AND THE RIVER THAT MUST DIE INTO THE SEA.
WALLS OF SKULLS CAVING IN
AND MY HAIR HANGING DOWN TO MY WAIST
RIDING AMONG BROWN WAVES
FLOWING WILD INTO MY WOMB.
YOU SPILT THIS OCEAN
DEEP RED, SO DEEP, THICK RED
THAT I WAS DROWN BY ITS MAINSTREAM
AND SUNK INTO OBLIVION,
INTO MY BLOOD.

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