Ocean Floor Memories

Day One

of

wading into the water

past

my shoulders.

Feeling my

hair heavy on my

back as

salt and sand

washed

away

all

that didn’t belong

and

whispered secrets

known only to those who are

fearful

enough to

listen

while the

oldest and deepest

can drown you.

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