I stole

I stole the black sand
from under their noses;
quite easy as it was early
and the vacationers 
were not lemming around.

This place,
they say was cursed 
and taking it with you 
spread its power.

The clerk who held my bag
while I was in the gym;
they say the elevator cable
just snapped; 
my hairdresser who found
my vial later that day,
fell on her own scissors 
in a freak accident.

They say I only survived
the plane because I was drunk
on the way back;
so loose,
like my life has been;
I watch the plane sink 
in the pacific,
as I cling to a piece
of its lost mass.

It may have been better
to see cold sea;
pass and swallowed 
by infinity-
I slowly linger
and bled for no reason;
I don't remember or
only the bad,

I hold it in my hands,
I am taking it back 
to where it belongs;
I hope I will be cured
from this slow death 
as I slowly decay 
from within.