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.