Choosing Sides

Voices thrust
themselves at
Me
Stabbing
Hurting
Enticing
Incentives are draped
Around my shoulders
Beckoning
Calling
I will have to
Choose
The void of
Blue mass
Grins
Maliciously
Frothy
Briney
Fingers
Brushed by the
Wind
Fiddling with us
Picking us apart
One
By
One
His
Voice
Caresses me
Trembling with cold
Anticipation
Her voice
Flames of
Heat
And
Warmth
Lick my toes
And crawl up my body-
Burrowing in my
Brain
Though much has changed
And grown
Regret slithers
From the ragged corners
Of my family
Torn apart
By
The
Sea