Another,
Hum drum numb,
On flatlined tide,
Floating on ocean,
Underfoot,
As the sky,
Detours & penetrates,
My dead head,
Bloodied red,
Naked as day born,
Depth drawn,
To bottom of sea,
Where no-one can find me,
‘Happy’ space,
Traced,
As seaweed lives,
And replaces my teary salt baked face.