skonen_blades

Swirls of scuba gear charging the batteries of my eyes as I strain for breath.
Relinquishing my air to the fathomless deep, my bubbles warbling downwards
Realizing I’ve been upside down this whole time and the surface is under my flippering feet.
Drowning without a compass makes it hard to tell directions.
Forgetting how to be a sailor because I can’t see the stars from underwater.
I become armadillo until I become bowling ball.
I become bowling ball until I become anchor.
Forming an arrow pointing down, following my own directions.
Mermaids don’t sing.
They promise silence so hard that they’re irresistible.
Sirens are quiet underwater.
They gift the ocean floor to anyone with the ears to listen.
The comfort of pressure.
The long, flat hug of silt and crabs.
I hear it’s peaceful to forget how to swim.
It’s best to never learn in the first place.
But the body doesn’t give up easy.



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