Laura Habib

Seashells

Written by Ella McCartney

Cold against my cheek they curl around my ears like vines whispering sweetly

the soft scales of the seabed resting on my toes blocking, their pressure is calming

a limbless seaweed, I am wading along the current, thoughts swept away by the tide unnoticed.

The sea is before me, a looking glass into my soul and somewhere in the great expanse of ocean I can still feel it, touching and clinging, anchoring to any life it can see—

so I lay dumb, the froth caressing me gently whilst the sea moves me along holding me, pulling me, leading me towards oblivion.