A scuba Diver on the ocean floor

I was replaying my faceless past like a
recurring nightmare in fast
Forward the pauses catch a fish that swells with
the oceanful expression of agony on my face.

these persisent
Sisters are sirens with silver scars
And mercury tears.
to sing to
No moon, sweet music
My brown yarn baby doll, lips
Lips
Over my soft eyelids, folding

There are still life Van Goghs in my
memory aquarium
like koi fishes swimming in a carafe
in a knot

But yet I have not my submarine home
twisting faces on a piano scale
And a wooden skeleton of family portraits
Rattle nervously on a bruised wall

Sketch, tetch, wretched
sketching skeletons in my head.
Emaciated, faces
tracing laces through the threads.