voice of the deep sea
rising from
the secrets buried beneath
calling like a siren,
not to safety
but to sin
calm,
yet already reaching
for my shores,
washing away
the remnants
of what was
leaving behind
a breath
that feels
like beginning again
the purple hem of the sea
strikes my eyes
until the old brown
loosens its grip,
making room
for another color
to stay.
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