One touch turns my clear, cold lake ashimmer, Triggers my steady stream of smoke into a plume of vortexes. I pull my skirt down; still, my ridiculous, silky legs form an arrow as bright as a billboard advertising that cleft in my soul, beating in my stomach. Your seawater seeps into my clam, irritating my muscle, violating my space. You fucker, sticking a thumb into my polished lens that held a million colors: a thumbprint rending all my pictures blurry. My body quakes with chain reaction: I will never be whole again. My life condemned: a vain attempt to protect this urchin part of me — Only for it to continue on into as many grains of sand in the sea.