Head

It started small,

Puppy kisses,

Lapping gently at your toes; 

Giving you encouragement -

'Go on',

'Jump in',

'It's not cold'. 

At the beginning, 

You maybe thought,

The waves gave you an edge.

People saw them swell and thought - 

She's raging,

Crazy;

Dead. 

You wore them on your shoulders see,

A scarf to fight the chill.

Your sleeves awash with angry marks,

Sawed dust amidst the mill. 

The waves they whimpered when you left,

They screamed to call you back,

They were a womb without a babe,

Mad without a hat. 

You thrashed,

You fought, 

But then you fell.

Coiling like a snake.

Into the water,

Gasping mess.

No lifeboat,

No life left.

The waves were crushing.

They ate your hate.

Grew mighty from the feast you made.

Drowning slowly,

Sad lost girl.

Choking back the salt.

Tears an ocean,

Blood a stream.

Angry jealous thought. 

Eventually the storm does calm.

Leaving you to rest.

But it returns.

That laughing surf;

Devours you once again.