In my stomach turning

I have been plotting my own undoing

not in death

but in the alchemy

The grout is being pulled from me

the anger and rage are breathing fully

my bodies facing spirit, into the unknown

I do not know when or how this change will occur

but I have been ready to jump ship, not because I wish to drown

but because the wood is burning

I can swallow the water down

The ocean in my stomach turning