Awaken, you who is kept
buried under mountains of water.
Cast down from empty sky; set alight and
burnt. You chose to drench yourself and
run away from flames chained to you.
But now you sit, singled and desperate,
hoping for nothing at the bottom of
this ocean.

I see green holes in you;
holes you cover in fear, for
showing too much. But don’t be scared,
your fire does not burn me. It
sets me free. I want you
to set me free.

Break my chains, hold me close; boil
the water that keeps your bay so closed.
Steam hard, then steam even harder.
Break these ocean-chains and wake for me,
please. I need to know your prison is not permanent. That
it wasn’t my fault. That you can still walk after
we decided to break your legs.

Awaken, Cordelia;
So that I can let you breathe and that you can just run or choose
to kill them all anyway.