Each scale on the fishtail of humanity
glistens in the light and withers in the dark.
The sea is cold tonight.
The surface blurred, several stars above. Rushing saltwater, like shards of ice in the eyes.
We breathe, whichever way we know how.
Oxygenating the blood. Freezing the lungs. Folding the heart.
The trenches and bunkers are deep and dark.
But the sky is young in her flight.