I swim around the ocean,

as the salt absorbs the sweetness 

that once filled my body.  

Under the water I have fallen,

between the air and the suffocation

behind my breath and the beats

of the letters I’ve drowned in.

The water extends 

I’m no longer in control.

The pumps of my heart

are too heavy for me to carry.

My delicate arms dance 

with the waves of my hair,

strangling the blue veins on my neck.

Reaching my savory saliva, 

I taste the substance of my illness

caused by me and the water I tried to breathe.

I float against the ocean,

“sleeping” under my sounds.

Maria ArangoComment