I gutted a fish, in your dreams. I’m sitting their descant, descaling it on a memento of your past.
You whistling your old school song. The sky is purple with tears of the gods falling gently on the horizon. The ocean reflects only your smile.
You walk towards me on the peer. I lick my fingers clean, finished the tasks of the day. I get up and spit. I then see you and you smile at me.
I’m looking slightly annoyed with you, but not unhappy. I hold my hand on my waist and wave at you to come closer.
Stepping on a strange feeling bit of growth in the pier, your take a look at your shoes and feet. In the light the little dead things you walk on are crushed by your heel.
You look up at me your face hollow with fear. These bland bleeched bones, are human.
I’m still waving and waiting.
Will you come to me? Or run away?