Oxygen

Do you think they can tell

I don’t belong here

Shifting eyes, a questioning glance

Maybe they can smell

The perfume sweat

Pulsing on my neck

I could hold my breath

And dive into the sea of people

With dripping jewels

And dropping necklines

Lamb-soft suits

And crisp black bowties

Whispered seductions

And ruby red grins

But I may not be able

To come back up for air again

From these cold black depths

The pulsing shimmering sea

Stings my blue topaz eyes

The only gems that I possess

Hors d'ouvres certainly aren't enough
To feed sharks
In this tank
They can smell my heart
And for once in my life
It may not be enough
to be smart

A tangled tether is my line
Under pressure it groans and cries
As strong as a feather
like spit and gum it holds together
My fate, my life, my lies