merrow (day 87)

dawn approaches and I know
i must resurface.

swimming from ocean depths,
dreams entangling like strands of seaweed,
with a splash, i begin to wake.

i rise slow, hindered by heaviness,
i clothe to mask my true self,
prickling from its texture against my slick skin.

breathing in the strange air,
i adjust to the unnatural verticality of walking,
pushing myself onward step after step
until I connect with the earth once again.


[Image Source]

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *