In a brickwork castle in a valley
choked with pine trees
is a tower filled with water. It has
a tiled roof
with windows at the top with
thick rust bars inside them. It
is attached to our wing
by a door and
a sign saying
never.
The tower is filled
with water
and sharks
whose teeth mesh together
surrounded
in stains of lipstick. They
breathe water and tear
their soft bellies when daylight
is too much.
We have never felt
their teeth but their teeth
are inside
our silent bodies.
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