Engulfed​ by the ocean

Breath. Cold air sliding down my throat, Each intake peeling reality New flavours evolving to gloat. Breath. Salt itching at my lungs, Coarse ocean waves seeming to crash With each move of my tongue. Breath. The song of sailors escaping​ my lips, Their ancient call one of history Of the battle of ships.   Savor …

The sizzling burn of skin

My skin is blistered Angry it moans about the mid-afternoon heat, Raw and painted red Skin screaming in defeat. The air is stagnant No cool breeze for relief, The sun’s rays pinching me Eyes watering in grief. I wish I could sail away Chilled sea foam slipping between my toes, Cold water easing my discomfort…