Caught on the exhale, hungry heart and empty lungs, lips tangled together you filled me with air
I awoke on an island, a curious castaway, the quiet white sea spread before me.
There is a ghost of who I used to be who lays her head on the underside of my pillow and whispers wicked lies behind my eyes as I dream.
These walls are high but poorly built. The right brick crumbling sends it tumbling.