Murder Me, Inspire Me
I dreamed it was night and the Sea convulsed like a woman loved over my head.
I laid at the bottom, feeling her motion sway me miles with each heave.
Needing, I traced my finger-ends for the wavering seasides that flickered in my vision,
For the weight was molding my bones, fire-searing my organs, driving me red.
When I woke, the wave had taken hold of me,
And I had died, died something frightful, something sacred.
I became the Sea.
Wrote this once upon a time.
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