(Yes, that song came on the radio and I had to write a poem with this title.)

They draw arcs upon my skin,

etchings of sinister, dampened lines

Trailing residue ash, the coils of light

disintegrating into sparks; the sky

brightens with a million shards

of fireworks, every kiss of reflection

sinking beneath the surface

of the water, the depths pulling, pulling,

As if it had grabbed my hair,

strands stretching, crimson running

in fine strings from pale fingertips;

I wrap them around my wrists,

my ankles, watching the inky stains

spider across the crevices in my skin;

I breathe in and hold my breath

as the crevices turn to rifts, expanding

to form the deepest oceans.