Mentality collapsed in an office chair, 
Hating to write like this again, 
We could be the first.

Walking water victim, 
Ribs of sand, 
He used to call me the sun. 

We could be the first, 
Baby, 
We could be the first. 

Short lane, high tide, 
Valley low.

We could be the first, 
Baby, 
We could be the first. 

Toll free, 
Hollow ring, 
Waves pierced, glowing in Emergent lights.

We could be the first,
Baby, 
We could be the first. 

Mentality collapsed on the highway lines, and shores on high,
My eyes are 2 feet in front of me. His; 6 below. 

We could be the first, 
Baby, 
We could be the first. 

The curse of Sylvia Plath, 
The of female inspiration laced with vitamin D and Lorazepam, 
Genetics and futility, pain and a "Mrs" or "Ms" checkbox.