Declaration

I am carved by the ocean and the night.
I felt the ocean mold me,
beat me,
until I took the shape it wanted.
It smoothed me over,
but left some rough edges.
I CAN STILL CUT YOU.

I felt the night
illuminate me with darkness.
It poured itself inside of me,
I mothered it,
and the night grew inside of me.
Its dark vines tightly wrapped
around my soul,
tying it to my spine,
just in case the bastard
wants to leave early.
I DIE HARD.

I am carved by the ocean and the night.