ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

I heard today,

Our fingerprints are formed by pressing up against the wall's of our mother's womb,

Delicate ridges, forming against sturdy walls,

Shaping us;

I look down at my hands, how strange,

What is it like?

to be a remnant?

Sure-footed and fast,

Your body remembers what your mind has long forgotten.

Long ago, you outran your predator;

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I remembered the first time I drowned,

the heaviness of my limbs as the water cradled me further into the green lake depths,

Sunlight streaming down, the pale yellow rays reaching down to grasp at my little pale fingers;

I thought,

How nice to see my favorite color,

As my vision faded;

I don't know how long the lake cradled me in her heavy depths,

Her ancient cold had sunk in my skin as hands squeezed me back to life,

Waterlogged eyes peering open as the lakes claim strewn from my mouth,

Bright yellow light filled my senses.

Cool water,

soft light emerges,

somehow home