Standing

I'm melting.
My sins flow
through my legs comes ink, despair, an ocean
Like the gentle tug on a fickle tide
you tease them out

And with them, me
my most precious thoughts,
my hopes, my past
the colours, the pigments of my mind,
drip, drip, slow

And then i am standing,
my feet wet, puckering
Then i am standing
Empty, a shadow
and then i am standing
sort of.