Sometimes, in the quiet,
I imagine a lilo bloated with air
in the middle of the sea.
I lie naked – scorched red
in the dying sun and ravens circle
My Erebus eyes and swollen lips
beg them to dive and surround me
in death – how it tastes like honey
and how the words consume
and consummation mean the same thing.
And I shed my skin into the ocean.
Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2020