The first three days were like an exhale
After months of cocooning
All the moths in my chest
But each day after that I coughed up sand
That had crept past teeth and under eyelids
When I thought I had clothed myself
I lay on this shore numb as the cool water
Weathers away my flesh and sinew
And only grief finds a home in my shell
It wasn’t big enough for both of us
And so here we are
And so here we aren’t.