eyes

they are not golden

when they meet me in my sleep

and when i reach for you

the bed is not empty for once

because

they have found you too

all over your skin

like an odd disease

they blink

spin and look around in circles

as if they have not taken you somewhere far

as if this is where they are supposed to be

why is there so much blood?

why is it always raining

on days like these?

please, do not follow me anymore,

i thought i had begged them enough

but they always want more

more

more

more

more

more

i bury you in the ocean

at a time where only ghosts listen

you said you always loved the sea

i hope it will love you back

as it births you again

i walk back, return into my cocoon

and realize then

i should not have been born