i am called to water like i remember
deeply the comfort of the womb.
the softness of floating,
the blur between skin and salt.
diving into the wreckage
is how i make sense
of blood and nerves.
the deepness, terrifying.
breath exploding from each pore.
unknown creatures with hues never
seen on the surface, teeth in
unfamiliar places, fins large enough to
carry the weight of all things.
The water sign. The siren.
Colors only seen in the deep.