10/22/2018

My body fallen and tangled up, wrapped in a web of emotion.

My body sunk down deep, as deep as the depths of the ocean.

My thoughts collapsing into wave lengths of commotion.

You look around, straining your ears to hear something. But if you never listened before, now you'll hear nothing.

Emotion swimming around in my body, rough edges scraping against my soft skin. Begging. Begging me to let it in.

But I'm underwater with the coral and the dark.

I'm the secret kept, the lost piece of art no one can locate, the mural. I am the pearl.

The black sand settles back down around my body after my ungraceful land, terrain that has never seen the light of the sun morphs its shape into that of my hand.

It's so, so dark on this surface but I am not ready to resurface.

I'm silent, I'm still. I dont want to feel worthless.

The water ripples around my face, eating and withering away my design, my lace.

My breath pushes bubbles of oxygen up away from my lips, the bubbles burst. I'm too far down for them to reach the top.

Traces of the smell of earth linger on my skin, no one will have to remember to water me down here.

I can add my salt to the ocean, the water will gather every tear.

Emotion crashing in the waves way above, they beat me down.

Down here I am quiet, I don't even make a sound.