what am i, if not the sea?

electro storm fire and brittle bones

words stike me a sick joke

bruises leave love on my brain

im sorry im not sorry

i dont give a shit

im sorry

as the bank gets filled with my dead jelly fish

i cry

i didnt mean to

i never ment to

im not sorry

the heat consumes and breathes heating the water below me

boiling under i melt into and my brittle bones become a stew.