Toward On

something spat her out into the backwaters again was it those devilish chemicals carving blueness into her being did she absorb the black ways and moods of creek cold people does she wear the hungry battles of the world hang them on her tiny shoulders she's strong as the tide she'll snap out of it like a sprig beneath a stone return to the ocean self stroke her conch from deep blue to violent pink bloom once again slowly turn herself from off to on