Lost Wages

The spiderwebs of us,
I entangle myself with them.
Spin myself dizzy with our memories.
I embrace my bones in my hands,
Wishing it was you holding me.
Vacancy.
Silence.
What have we become?
I want to fall back under our poisonous waters and breathe the waves into my lungs.
Let’s surrender to the toxicity,
We can better ourselves another day.
Hold me one more time,
We can find peace in the quiet comfort of familiarity.
You, were mine.
Your skin was mine,
Your hands were mine,
Your blood belonged to me.
Lost wages.