I’ve been here before
holding this salty taste of fear on my tongue
I endure two burning stones under my feet
making me walk like a drunk
each time people keep distance
avoiding my eyes
each time I do feel this deep need to
grab them / bind them / touch their minds
while waiting to be spoken for
then I’d break down my chains
and I’d run straight to that river
to prepare my watery wings

yes, I’ve been here before
embracing that fear of not knowing
if I could be spoken for
but each time I put one word on my tongue
and each time fear turned back to water