Seaweed, moss, flowing in the undercurrent.

Water seeps under

My door.




I have bled for this thought.

Triangular thought in taupe.


Taupe does not belong me,

An alien that invaded my ear.


Oh the extraterrestrial voices I hear.



The current pulls me out the door into the creek,

Leaving my husk behind.


The taupe triangular alien adrift

In my rust scented blood cells.