I read this new poem at this month’s open mic poetry reading event at Dog With Two Tails. It was first written at an ŌWL session in June. Prompt via Eliana Gray. I edited a lil bit in the three days following and then this is what came out.
swallow her breath cry her water her sound washes your face a deep cold blue still surface her tongue laps at everything bright lupins howling at your feet breathe and swallow at once a lump fell into your throat a stone fell into her maw deep, cold, blue ripples spread wide wider and wider leaving emptiness behind bright lupins howling as your feet start to rust you fall into her blue, still deep a lump released spheres of air rise to the surface