Dead Waters

I drink of these dead waters
And float through them, and
Breathe them in
Clasping a decaying shark to my breasts
As my foxfur,
My plaything,
My lover.
Dance through dark shards of
Un-sunlight
Twizzle purple seaweed through
My lips.
Cling.
Here in a cave of the
Hidden night sky
I dress myself in flotsam,
Shoe myself with jetsam,
Tread lightly through
Layers of a place
Where there has never been air