• valentinaalexandre 22w

    dances with the ocean.

    we talked in gulps of air,
    like breath this far out was a commodity.
    our mouths curated our fears into truths,
    like we had the drowning kind of water inside,
    suffocating us.
    so we let go,
    and let gods,
    knowing we were-
    the sole liberators of our reefs.