dropped anchor

Shot gun blast
Shattered glass
How many moments pass
Until I wake from the fog at last
 
Glistening splinters
One thousand selves
Staring blank as sky
Crackling into place
I do not sink
I'm standing
I am alive

Then blossoming
Swelling
Beautiful
Beads richer than I've ever seen
Liquid deep
Berries of blood
And I realize I'm leaking

You have called me beautiful 
Inside and out
Was this what you mean?