A knife between her teeth,
the raw taste of sharpened metal,
words mixed with saliva and blood-
coloured the sinking day.
Wind that smelt of dead rats-
reminded her of those postponed moments in life.
Time failed , she slipped years, unaware of them.
Lost were the moments that floated on sea waves,
bliss, sunshine that sweetened her skin.
She loved her life, despite all that messy spate
and that left her eyes curious always.
She gave up looking for answers,
they were always incomplete.
What was intoxicating was the quest.
She learned it the hard way
to dance with the waves.