Jan 2019
My fins web between blue tinted fingers and toes
Hair flowing over pointed ears with kelp streaking from them
I listen, listen past the waves
The water
The sand I sit upon with bare skin
Gills drifting in the sea
Somehow they help me breathe
Even when I am tethered to the bottom of the sea
Hair flowing over pointed ears with kelp streaking from them
I listen, listen past the waves
The water
The sand I sit upon with bare skin
Gills drifting in the sea
Somehow they help me breathe
Even when I am tethered to the bottom of the sea
child of the ocean is actual quite a long series of small poems, you don’t have to read them in order? but there is a story to them :) here’s one of those parts
