Ophelia
Mars Angulo

Before you start, close your eyes and imagine you’re being hollowed out by a silver spoon. 

 

This is you sinking—

Slowly, as silence lingers

And the cold water clings to your stitches

Until your hollow body is submerged.

 

You're not floating; you’re consumed.

Cascading deeper, into the abyss.

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This is you drowning— 

With no air to breathe. 

The only thing to touch your lungs is water.

You reach for a hand that was never there.

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So you keep falling into the deep blue

Until your body mimics a moon shell’s curl  

And lays on a sea bed 

That gently caresses your skin.

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You’re cradled in a womb,

Hearing your heartbeat whisper

As you drift off to sleep.