oceans pull.

"what's the point of this?", she asks
"what's the reason for breathing
if i can't breathe under water?"

she muses on that thought,
mulls it over in her mind
and turns an eye to
the roiling sea
and wonders what it's like
to be
a silent graveyard
full of life,
a turning tide of
simplicity.

turning her back
on the swelling waves,
she lets the wind whip
her hair into knots.
they fall, heavy
against her back
and keep her anchored
to this earth.
the ocean pulls against
her feet
but she moves them out
of reach.

she gives one last look
to the unrelenting sea,
brushes her fingers across her lips.
the salt that lingers is a gift.
she blows a kiss that meets the wind
she watches it fall into the sea
as a wave flips up
and swallows it whole
it breaks the spell she's under.
turning her eyes, she walks
to higher ground.