when the carapice of the world shook and shuddered
you stood still there in front of me unwavering in your resolve
cold stone eyes laced with moss and malice
not a touch of comfort in the dead limbs hung from your body
in those days my spine shown through my shirt and cut the fabric which i pulled over my gills to breathe-drink the words i longed to once more hear from you again
polluting my understanding of what it really meant










