Drifting away, a broken off branch

Swimming away, water colour rain

Laying back in the mud and clay, and Indian ink

What do you think

The script writes itself

Loops around the stars and then the street lights

A paintbrush swipe

Swimming away, out of range

When the names become numbers, the precipice

Out on the edge, the way that you fit

In between states

Eaten alive by the sky

Slowly like old bandages I can’t discern

Breaking down walls and teeth digging in

Painting your dreams

Are you as scared as me

Drifting away, swimming away

Drifting away, swimming away