half
                    crescent
            hangs rather
        demurely—
      this ghostly
    jewel
  speaks softly above
like the white
sands i grasp
angrily in my
palms
“my screams are
saltwater,
  my invectives                          ... the ocean
    are tidal waves…                          of me...
      but i prefer
        those sounds
                over the
                      blandness
                          of your
                                sandcastle
                                          moods ”