I want to be free, like the ocean.
Erase all the salt,
be covered in milk.
Pure white, like oppression.
There is a spot,
it's land.
Yet all I see
is water.
Dense as a sand storm
pulling me to the bottom;
down
down
into all of its pity.
Letting go
the last breath.
A bubble of air.
I smile
as the sea takes me
in my tangled glory.
& I give it myself.
Thanking me;
my body goes
down
down.
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