Rx#: Sea : Mikaela Gresty, Bryant University

Rx#: Sea

MIKAELA GRESTY, BRYANT UNIVERSITY

The ocean calls, smells, like rosé aged with salt. And see the water begin where I end. Swallowing those thoughts and dreams, that trampoline from brain down to chest to distend.

I let the sand, fingers, suck my feet deeper. Encasing, and concurrently revealing a fluid mirror, foamed over, half distorted of what could have been. Granulate hands climb, whisp, up my skin, tickling the hairs like a lover once did.

My body engulfed, turbulent burning dissipated by salt and sea, I let it pull me inward to outer, smothering and cradling like a coffin underwater.