I was born in the sunrise hour with ocean blue blood and fire skin.
I’m burlap covered and scarlet lipped, candy coated in lust and dirt.
I’m a quiet ache in your chest, a quill-inked Dear John letter, a conversation between the sea and the sand.
With tears I hid every dream inside a jar of fireflies and let reality show me a time tested swallowing and what drowning feels like
you’d never recognize me now, I’m as violent as a cosmic storm
I am made of sadness and secrets,
born to seduce the devil and charm the sea
I’ll bury you beneath my hell-bent skin
displaying you in bloody art and all my sin