The World Above the Blue

I am yours.

I am scales of rusted rainbows and iridescent hues.

I am scar tissue.

Will you take me or leave me be?

For at any given time, by body will not be mine.

I have no chance to fight you.

I surrender to, The World Above the Blue.

Your safety net is of no comfort

when cold metallic sharps my lip,

full body pressure pull, migraine through the (w)hole,

a propeller

pedal thrusted

to the parting surface

where white shards cut gleams of greenish gold.

I meet callousness, a face flat and dry,

a colossal form too heavy to swim

accompanied by a curious boat

casting shadow over shallows;

It’s eyes that scrutinize flash like shoreline stones.

I writhe.

Compression. Flailing. Withered gasp.

I am life! Can’t you see?

My rosey insides glow through filmy walls.

I squirm like sea worm,

And then you let me go.