Feb 16, 2025
POV you are a little black seadevil swimming to the surface of the ocean
Certain things are sacred.
Meant for some eyes
And not others.
A sea foam of cloud tops
Swirling against the blue underbelly of space
Meant only for the eyes of birds.
A cage of ribs settled
Silent on the seafloor; a boneyard in the dark abyss
Meant only for me
I should not be up here
In defiance
Of my morphology
But now that I am,
I rise
That I may catch a glimpse of sun-dappled sky
And the eye blazing above the surface
Needling at my flesh:
The teeth of retribution.
I rise and I know
as Icarus knew when he fell
There are some things we were not meant to see
But it is worth the price.
It is worth the undoing.
~M
