ragged hemline of twilight past
brushing high on long legs that storm through
lonely night sand, trapped in fishnets
and stewing in seaweed and saltwater
the past tense tide rode my tattered tights.
romance once had and knowledge now lost
make up the oil spill i splash in;
drowning in flames i set myself to smoke the demons out.
my lungs are burning:
i blow smoke rings to the mind i left on shore
i don't know which side of the mirror i'm on anymore.