The Sea Is History; We Have Not Learned from It
Jasmine Nikki ‘Nikay’ C. Paredes
As we die we become
lighter. We are held
by a bruise-like dark.
On the surface the sea
foams obscenities.
We engine into
the horizon then sink
unfathomed.
Drowning is like being
in another country
is like being stabbed
in another country.
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