Callous waters,
Banished from the shores that bleed the black and the grey.
They adorn her with garments from the edges of the earth.
Burning buildings,
Golden fires obfuscating pages of sky.
As the smoke grows, the wind would take our Tattered Bones to sea.
And her visage, it tears asunder on the rocks and stones.
Broken down and reticent.
Chasing dreams with medicine.
She buries blades of passion.
Remedial cuts, cathartic scars.
A visceral fear of the ocean's wrath.