A hot thing     the sea never looked so deep   the color of bread     but it’s darker now     the man that does not speak is next to me     where rats chew at his ears    the men without skin kick him     he still     does not move     the rocking makes me sick     iron circle chokes me    her face is so haunting      but it’s mine     a hot thing     it smells and there is nothing to drink     I hear voices     some moaning and others yell     it is useless     I am fading     my face is       no, her face is fading     the man who does not move or speak has glass eyes    maybe they will close     so I don’t have to see the bad things     the rats get there first     the water is deep     I am fading     a hot thing     no one knows my name     I am not hers        the men without skin say that I am not mine either     I do not know my name     a hot thing     I do not want to tell this story     the storm makes me sick     this past is not a story to tell     my face is gone     so is hers     she is mine     no one remembers     not even the men without skin     or the rats that live here     I am not there     the sea is so deep     maybe I can go into the sea     like she did     another man eats     I am thirsty     I feel like I am in the sea already      maybe I am like the color of bread     because they forgot me     my face fades     down into the bad place     a ghost     whisper that haunts new faces that I do not know     I do not know my face     or my name     a hot thing      this is not a story to pass on     they do not need to remember   a hot thing    she tells me my name     as I disappear     down spiral into the dark color of bread that is the sea     into light