Selkie

He stole my skin, my face

Don’t romanticize my situation

He has my soul

On a shelf

In a dry corner of the house

 

Let me go back to the sea’s hush

To the cool blanket of fog

Under a dock

At dawn

 

He swears his love is

Concrete

But I am damn raw

On a moonbeam clock

I count the nights until

I kill him for the key