Seaweed, moss, flowing in the undercurrent.
Water seeps under
I have bled for this thought.
Triangular thought in taupe.
Taupe does not belong me,
An alien that invaded my ear.
Oh the extraterrestrial voices I hear.
The current pulls me out the door into the creek,
Leaving my husk behind.
The taupe triangular alien adrift
In my rust scented blood cells.