There are no bright places
Cloaked eternal, nothing stays
Still the waves are vacant, clashing
Stretched to seafoam unbeknownst
I, too, was strung along
Beaded body wrapped around
Clenching like a hound on bones
Howling at the moon all day
I don’t see her hanging high
Or seafoam trails upon the shore
Or peachy skin flaking dead
Or her shining off the bones
I just feel her. I just know.
She is here, and I’m alone.