If the ocean washes
over me 
it stings. 

So
I strain my words 
let them drip 
not to drown 
but there isn't 
more-- Question! 
everything I say
a lie to feed
some
reality maybe 

What feeling do I 
choose today
full control
let go 
the water 
is boiling 

I stumble but won't spill 
wounds or scar
tissue 

liquids stay inside.