Changing Tides

 the yellow fog of want spilled in. all sweet pickles and sour candy amongst a feast of curdled flesh. spent by time and still eager to gamble the minutes we had left. 

the stuttering horizon. the shriek of gravity. as we brave that cliff. we're falling. always falling. desperate for that collision. 

the maps in our head all torn. the places we've been abandoned. 

the clothes we wear too big. the masks we try on don't fit. we draw our voices in chalk. but the rain is always erasing them. 

the quiet overcomes us. the distance tends to drown us. we float. we swim. but this ocean is vast. and rescue rarely comes.