Amphitrite
I drifted atop the blackened brine, billowing swells rocked me listlessly as I looked to the pale sky, taking in the salty tide.
I drew a breath and plunged to the lustrous sea. Aventurine waters glistened as sunbeams drenched the depths.
Skimming the shell strewn seabed, I came across a heavy strombus, whose glossy husk spiraled, unbosoming its rosy core.
I carried the strombus ashore, greeted by the ethereal, cerulean sky and a tangerine coast.
There she stood – her still, ornate silhouette.
I placed the shell at her feet then awoke in my bed, confused and amiss.
I wanted to return. Her pull, still so fervent and I was drawn to the ocean.
The stormy shore sent blistering winds. As shards of sand whipped my face, I resisted them.
With the water finally in my sights, I looked down and a strombus laid before me, cracked and roughened. I picked up the shell and I knew she awaited me once more.
By @theartsymermywitch, Melissa Nunez