Prompt 11

I was the child of sea foam and storm

I thrashed about my ocean

In its safe and sultry darkness.

hearing only echos of a distant land

When I came too

I cupped my ears

The voices so shrill and loud

The world bright like I’d never seen before

I thrashed about naked

and tried to tell them

Put me back to the water I screamed

But they couldn’t understand my tongue


to be continued

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