There is an ocean I swim in every night.
The water a gentle womb,
My body shrouded and lifted, pressed and forgotten.
I am lost in the waves that roar
The silent water whispering siren songs
That no mortals ask to hear.
There is an ocean that drowns me in my sleep.
Lava pours down my throat and burns my song to ashes,
Raging vengeance that seeks, but never finds, purchase.
I am gone in the bloodless ire
The embers twinkling with the knowledge
That I was once mortal.
There is an ocean where I stand
It is made of fragile glass, constantly shattering
Bleeding wounds cry out against the shards that tear
I feel in the crystalline night
The red stars surrounding my feet remind me
That I still have yet to bleed.
There is an ocean sinking my mind
Freezing water stabbing this intelligence
The assault has a soldier’s cadence and obedience
I perceive no reality in my tangible post
Darkness tracing my features with her loving embrace
That the mortal may fight and rise.