Anchor

Swallowed enough
of the saltwater
you shoulder
Just hanging round
your neck
like
an anchor
Causing debris to fall
into the core
of you,
the centrifugal state
of
synapsis
that ties a knot into you
as it wraps
around
and
around.
Time is
a constant
vacuum.
For a breath so heavy
its a lot like
letting go
For a chest so
detrimental
to the
state of your presence
I've opened it up
I've had enough
Come take
whatever's left
when
I'm gone
Because I've had enough
for one
run through
I'm choking on bones,
but
it swallowed me
too
It ran
right through
It ran
right through
me.