you're a needy girl,

by Rachel Lynch in


Set the selfish ships a sail for the night, the sea is black. Ulysses used to wander here, creep beneath the sands and fight pirates with wooden planks.

You're a baby girl, a need girl, and the only way you ward off predators is with bite marks. The world watches through a series of dark windows, tinted glass and hours waiting under a prism. You reflect off every side, working though the evenings one by one. The sea of the mind is a terrible place to have a ship wreck.