JAWLINE ISLANDS/ARCHIPELAGO.

A jawline archipelago is an chain, cluster or collection of physical cues and tells (islands) that may be found isolated in large amounts of water or neighboring a large land mass. Archipelagos are often shame triggering and volcanic, forming along arcs generated by subduction zones or hotspots, but may also be the result of emotional erosion or hormonal elevation.
Sets of islands close to the coast of a continent are considered jawline archipelagos when they form independent landforms and may no longer be seen as exposed continental shelf.  Often the combination of behavioral attributes and physical location of these islands will be far more important than their inherent composition.
Ocean basins that are being reduced by the process of subduction may be called 'remnant tells’, ‘phantom clocks’ and ’blank reads’, as they will slowly be shrunken out of existence and crushed in the subsequent archipelago collision. This process has happened repeatedly in the geological history of the continents.

Jillison said it was a means of men control.  Security (physical, mental) versus severity of punishment.  Properties of knocking an ocean down, one by one, over and over. 

I know you're tired, he said.

Just leave, he said.

Some oceans grow domestic by their own hand.   If they raise their islands that way, if the archipelago stays alive long enough to let us know.  One day, I tried to stop worrying what I looked like to bodies of water (phlegm, spit, spots of medicated behavior.)

You told the neighbors what was going on.  You said, I would grow out of it, or you would find yourself gone.
Searched for shallow land at the back of the attic.  Listened for a whispering of things you wouldn't find impossible to forgive.
Call it an archipelago of tells, the same impostor syndrome we shared all along.  Call it whatever you want. Jillison, denial is not a way to be happier here.

Start a neck, shoulders, a collarbone clearly visible, a jawline thick and shallow, rings of bone overexposed and interconnected by what they lack.
Islands, broken into squared blocks and shards of comprehension.

You looked me up and down, got to my jaw and stopped there.  Like the whole thing was sunken into itself.  A scrape of trespass, an impermanence holding up half of my face.
After that I did my best not to ask what you think.  What good was an acknowledgement?  It still wouldn’t change things.