words are escaping,

the hole in my head,

the sin of my sickness,

a layer of skin shed,

open and closed,

my mind is a door,

my eyes are the windows,

my mouth is the whore,

splintered flesh,

wooden core,

broken in the ebbs,

of a sea in the floor,

we are for the moment,

we see in well,

a fish that cannot swim,

a light that does not win,

purposed writings on pages wet,

you said the desires,

and they were met,

but never set,

told through the sin of one,

birthing children to a whore,

the proud man lies with the serpent,

while the whore,

she swallows one..