Spearfishing

Your knuckles
scaled my curves,
leaving my bony interior
to pickle in the brine.

Your language
pilfered
the scintillation of my shoaling,
in attempt to restore
some glint unto you.

The injection well
you dug in the soft spot of my skull
purged the regrets
of my unsullied lips
now punctured by the hook you casted.

I’ll decompose on the waves
as you sink once more into the unknown.