The Sea

My heart moves within my ribcage, making its way towards the surface, until it has reached the very first layer of flesh, mere centimetres from the skin that separates it from my chest.

It lets out a gasp, finally breathing once it has arrived at the edge of my body.

My blood runs. My back has been drained from it, flowing to the parts of me that are closer to the seawater. My face flushes in crimson, waves whisper in my ear, it overflows my fingertips as I dip them in the water. 

The sea calls and my blood answers.

My soul soars, it has the wings of a flock of birds. It merges and breaks free from the depths of the sea as the tide falls and rises. 

My skin and wounds are covered in sea salt and I welcome that bitter pain. Blood drips down, coating my legs in a beautiful jade colour. I’m standing in a sea made from the lifeblood of the earth as my body bleeds waves. 

I am part of the ocean, with cartilage hardening and turning into corals, and my bones of seashells being crushed, joining the amber shores. 

It is when my skin becomes sea foam that I am home.

And now that I have returned, now that my voice has become one of the twelve winds and my body a tidal wave, only now does the song die down.