Written by Coco Song from Maryland, USA It’s the fins on my naked body while I writhe. It’s the air in my lungs and the sky in my eyes. It’s the sero-mela-tonin in my brain, and in my heart, the eternal infestation. Words pump against the flesh that binds me, so I bleed into the grey ocean that consumes me, into plastic-litter sand, and wrinkling reefs. In these waters of hazy grayness, nothing remains for long – carry on, carry on – only the abysmal depths that haunt
