Ocean Floras

April 27, 2022

Gulping down salt water.

Blood filling my lungs.

I reach to touch the surface,

I reach to the above.

Unable to break the water’s surface pressure.

It’s just above my fingertips,

Salvation is out of reach.

The sunlight’s fractured reflections,

Are blaring out my eyes.

I can barely hold my breath any longer.

I will never touch the skies.

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