Ocean to Oceanica

Ten times double taking

Left shoulder glances

To your face of all things

I place you on

The pedestal

Where nothing made except my masochistic

Plans to further remodel

My ever changing face

From a trophy case of scars

To a trophy case of fault lines

Taken down one by one before the sun has time to cause blame

To rest on my shoulders

My damaged withered shoulders

Rotten like drift wood

Filled with holes

And salt

And

Damages

Blossoming like flowers

Out of the dirt that is 

Your skin