Erase Me

I want to be free, like the ocean.

Erase all the salt,

be covered in milk.

 

Pure white, like oppression.

 

There is a spot,

it's land.

Yet all I see

is water.

Dense as a sand storm

pulling me  to the bottom;

down

down

into all of its pity.

 

Letting go

the last breath.

A bubble of air.

I smile

as the sea takes me

in my tangled glory.

& I give it myself.

 

Thanking me;

my body goes

down

down.