#myocean

15 tiny lakes found in the crevices of a broken room- handprints on the walls like seafoam, and my eyes running from it. the memories of a swimming pool early in the morning, and being too thirsty to care about the chlorine; like your mouth, on the floor of a dirty ocean and mine moving up and down like the tide. a hand as a pond, and we as the frogs or a lotus or its leaves. your body as a well, and mine being pulled out of it, close to death. here is a river, think of it as an obstacle course. find a place to row, and reach me. find a bridge or build one; i am on the other side, waiting- like a stream waiting to flow into you. here is the sea, and here we are mixing the salt in our feet with the ones in our lungs; it all tastes the same, till it disappears- like a dream. i am here, lonely. broken room, empty bed- a dying island. here you are, an ocean with no purpose or memory; both sinking. 15 lakes found in my belly. 6 for me to drown in. 1 for me to drink. 8 for me to hold, for you. till you find me again. WATER BODIES // NAPOWRIMO 13/30 [LIT NIGHT * 30 Poetry Prompts for national poetry month 2017- Try repeating images: images of light, of a certain color, the possibilities are endless.]

i need to see the ocean #myocean