a shipwreck in a bottle

how fervent, it aches

scrunching my stomach in feral fists

capped into toxicity;s bottle -

it’s been a while, darling.

i’ve forgotten what tepid feels like

all i am stuck with now

is an incandescent fire hungry

for flesh, for bones, for a heart to burn

and icebergs the size

of everyone’s shadow towering over me

so i combine them

only to be struck that

it has made two extremes ferocious

craving an explanation, a devastation

intensified, i’m terrified

they consume me alive

numbing my lungs and body

staining my lips of bruises’ shade–

i’ve forgotten what tepid feels like

the cork refuses to leave, no

glass expanding, more space to drown in

somebody help me

i am a shipwreck (or rather,

the remains of it) in a bottle

rattled, my mind a salt shaker

sometimes just the shaker

sometimes just salt

sometimes, i dream of nothing at all