Tide

Its eyes carry the colour of the tides.

A whirlpool of emotions

Forming itself around a stiff pillar

Of shameful insecurity.

Little droplets of complex disdain

Dripping unto the mirror.

Turmoil brewing

In the cold embrace of each wave,

Crashing on the shore

With a quiet whisper.

Dead skin shedding in disgust;

My mind is crowned with burning hot coals.

They melt away in my brain

Slowly. It felt like a burden.

The pain. It'll come back.