Gentleness is King

My arms feel heavy
Goblins pull them down
Though sirens have fled
They long to see me drown

Algae squelches round my body
Crabs tangle up my hair
Snails draw constellations over porcelain
Claiming moments to breathe remains rare
I wonder if any warmth remains when
reanimated wretches finish their repairs

Gooseflesh raised by phantom stares
I’ve no energy left to care
Decomposing by the beach
Warm & safely out of reach