Friday, August 19, 2022

A Becoming

The ocean calls to me

Primitive

Guttural

Roaring the siren songs of the ages 

to every cell in my body

Calling me back

Back to the ocean


I long for the warm salt on my lips

Intimate, swirling pressure

Pounding

Resounding

Sounds 

Of the deep

Waters

Dark and expansive

Enveloping me

Holding me

Writhing with me

Filling my mouth

And my ears and my eyes

Caressing my skin

Filtering the light

So I shine


I belong to the water

And the water is me

It holds my hair for me

As I dance in the nothingness

The vast everything

The live void

The creatrix

And devourer

Creating my stasis

As I tumble in place

I embrace 

the monsters here

I am the monsters here

~ Alice

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