Spencer (2017)

Salt of the earth?
No
Scum of it

Was I not worth the trouble?
Or
Not worth the hike

There were things you wanted
And I could have been a key

You swallowed the key
Stripped down
And then dove into the murky water
Knowing that I was too timid to follow

I stood there
Barefooted on the cold wooden dock
Legs crossed, toes pointed
Biting my hand, towel under arm

Like a child my saucer blue eyes
Peered into the depths
Seeing nothing but dark waters

You left, but you also hid
Though I know right where you are

Breathing through your gills
Laughing to yourself 
Naked
With your pointed teeth

Hiding under a rocky shelf
In the dark depths
Holding the piece of me, the key
No longer shining

Dim, covered in shit, and drowned
Yet you float there laughing like a maniac in the dark