tempestuous oceanstorm, i owe you my heart. 

my heart my lungs my warmth
though my rib cage,           (for which i have no key)
is locked, 
but

part my lips, past teeth over tongue
please tear through my throat 
rip my windpipe , claim your home there
replace air with raging saltwater
as i sputter and writhe

shred your name into my tensed muscles 
command your reckless torrents through my hair tangle knots in every strand strangle me with these golden tendrils,
decorate the matted mess with glittering pockets of oxygen torn from me in a 
final 
helpless
scream

take me back where you(‘ve always)      know(n) i belong. 

and at last, my debt has been paid.