Julia of Oceania · Poetry

Glass 

Choking on the water like shards 
of antique glass, 
my body is transient 

Each intake of breath-my 
unwraveling, a sodden mess of 
limbs and sea 

I watch the ball of light radiate 
along the surface
casting down its beams 
almost within my reach 

But I am anchored to the depths 
Tainted by hope, but the heat 
along the surface cannot save me. 

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