CW: mention of dysfunctional mother-daughter relationship, abandonment

a beach-house under construction stands as lonely as me it looks 

sad full of ugly junk & yet hollow like an empty can of coke like a bro-

-ken flute my hands draw on the sand my name in cursive transience can 

fuck off i believe in catching ghosts and finding bottles with messages on the 

shore lost and abandoned since two thousand two the year i was born the year every

thing changed trust me i don’t believe in promises but if i ever find a message in a bottle 

a cry in distress i will dye my hair blue i will do it in secret my mother hates it my mother will hate it she will scream and i will scream back the buses will forget to pick me up the next 

day i will be found stranded sleeping on the beach tongue all salty hair all rubbish please

pinch me if i dream again i will run for the waves and water can be my lover i can

dance like a swan float like a piece of wrapper fold myself into the tiniest person

ever i will disappear into the water my body all swallowed up dare anyone

to find me this will become a landfill and nobody will know i was here