We sit on the concrete, playing soldier to the sea, the breeze blowing bruises on my skin. My fingers curl around my knees as I feel myself slipping, seduced by gravity. You sit beside me oblivious to change – change in current, change in currency, change in the way my curls are no longer angled towards yours. You sit, wrapped in the words of the artists you play, who play you - puppet or puppeteer? We sit, entranced, me with memory and motion, you with mystery and music. My face faces yours and as the sea pitches pinpricks of salt at us, my mind maps out the coordinates of your mind.
I can see so clearly I feel blind.
You’re only a boy, lost and scarred, slitting your wrists with The Edge you’ve been gifted with.
I’m only a girl, lost and scared, slitting my wrists with The Edge I’ve been gifted with.
You could, I should, we don’t.
The sea lures us into into her chokehold, beauty in her destruction. She plays siren to those who have strayed off the bloodstained path – water to bathe wounds. The eternal Seductress.
I can see so clearly I feel blind.
You’re only a boy, lost and scarred, slitting your wrists with The Edge you’ve been gifted with.
I’m only a girl, lost and scared, slitting my wrists with The Edge I’ve been gifted with.
You could, I should, we don’t.
The sea lures us into into her chokehold, beauty in her destruction. She plays siren to those who have strayed off the bloodstained path – water to bathe wounds. The eternal Seductress.
Temptation.
And as we edge our way down the rocks, you reach out to me and I hold you to it.
The beaten track has never looked so far off.
This time, we plunge.
