III: Depths#
The delicate kiss
of stillness
on fingertips.
I linger
on the precipice
of surface
tension.
Pallid brine
eagerly lapping
with organic clarity.
An instant
before
the sightless
plunge.
The delirium
of forgotten
beginnings.
The water
remembers
my blood.
June 2025
Date |
Publication |
Status |
|---|---|---|
July 02, 2025 |
January House Literary Journal |
Rejected |
July 02, 2025 |
Mangrove Review |
Pending |