I can feel it lurking
Ancient and old
Sentient, untold
My angers swelling and folds
Over itself, onto and under my head
It won't spill out
Parted instead
Like red seas,
But blood
And lost dreams
Like salt
On the roof of my mouth
Criss crossed with cuts
So i'll hold that tide back
Like moses
Part waters
I'll reclaim some life
Like jesus
Wine and water