Mariana

There's no such release, alone by the beach, wondering who adores me, or if there are others, eager to leave, memories like lovers, mascara streaked faces, lemon blue by the sea, showing glorious taste, echoing in their bones, my Davy Jones’s feet, who say no need to roam, or search to be, ignore their testimony, given by offertory, coins dance easy, my insides screech, between home and conceit, i need to break free.