Sirens beckon me to the edge of lucidity. Beyond cerulean and turquoise they call for me. My blood is ice, the ocean – home.
Words become poems and thoughts architecture that the sands at the bottom conform to fantastical shapes. The sisterhood aquatic recognizes my memories and sinuously undresses the rags I call principles.
All that remains is the shimmering skin, reflecting the light that filters from the sky.