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i’m like an anchor, i tell her.
tying you down so long as you need me.
then you need to cut yourself free.

she doesn’t seem to like this much.
yet you’re more, she whispers.
let me pull you from the sea.

do i need to be free?
this isn’t – can’t be – so empty,
resting upon the ocean floor,
chilled by the current’s flow,
fish dancing among my bones,
and the quiet waves above my home?

let me sink into nothing, i plead.
hold on to me, then let me go.
the waves eternally break, yet are ever whole.

yet you’re more, she whispers.
let me pull you from the sea.

so she opens her heart and drowns with me.