this is what a graveyard looks like when the sun rises slowly to greet the day
The bruises come up slowly
as if floating up
from the bottom of the sea.
As she looks up at the ceiling,
she thinks,
what does it mean
to be with someone,
to grow up beside them,
for nearly two decades?
Does a ship become anew,
as cells are born and die,
or does the body bloat and float
above the surface,
being eaten by flies?
Daydream nightmare cavalry come
to pick you apart.
This living is exhausting
and you need to rest.