My clothes itch and my hair is four days old

I sit with the silence and pray i’m alone

When I drink from my cup I am careful to invoke prose

I find myself on salty waters where no love grows

If I start to sink I grip the water of my closest acquaintance

It slips through my hands like the sand below

I breathe deep and allow it to fill my flesh, my bones

A patient onlooker hears my prayer and all of it’s tones

“All the worlds a stage!” they shout

I can peer up from the depths, and see

The best supporting actor for a girl like me

Silence and solitude, outstretching their hand

Please leave it be, let me return to the sand

Let my drama play out, my melancholy end

I hear what you say and I know what you mean

Allow me to wither in the depths, my final scene