She loosens her grip on the surface by ashvillia on DeviantArt
She loosens her grip on the surface,lets the world above blur into rumor.Water braids her hair with patience,cups her ribs like a secretthat never learned language.There is no urgency hereonly pulse,only drift,only the slow forgettingof gravity’s demands.If she opens her eyes,the sea will look back.If she doesn’t,it will still remember her shape.Somewhere between inhale and myth,she becomeswhat the water has been waiting for.
