Where, West Coast?
gills
puckering, purple, singing with muscle
let me breathe, let me breath
the air comes in and out my leg
werewolf belly marks aid wounds
and yet a lack of oxygen
oh, my poor cells!
dying under nails and on pins
trying one last time to heal
pulling me to innocent sleep
claws on eyelids
sinking, sinking
underwater, under rainclouds
breathing out precipitation
fixing their nuclei, nuclear adolescents
I am lost, I am dying, I am asleep
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