bioluminescent
light under the deep dark sea
in another world
night time rituals
brush your teeth, wash your face
endless maintenance
productivity
does not define my worth
rest isn’t a reward
my skin is a drum
it plays the sounds of my thoughts
puts them in rhythm
Pockets are too small
To hold anything more than
A tube of chapstick
Giving up my legs
I will now be foam, floating
On the sea surface