Underwater, I can still dream. Oxygen gets low, and starlight’s lost, but I can still dream. It feels like inhaling a storm, a beautiful, almost suffocating star-implosion inside of me.
It’s almost February now. Snowflakes fall off my lips and disappear quickly. It’s cold, and for a minute – just a minute – I miss you.
Silent waves crush on my skin, every secret kept in the sea, is now flowing inside of me. I drift, lungs filled with saltwater and tears, through liquid ways. If I were Ophelia once, now I’m a pearl-eyed girl with loneliness carved on my skin. Fateless, the separation from the moon never broke me.
                    & underwater, I can still dream.


  • Regan

    February 8, 2016 at 16:27

    That’s really sad and really beautiful

  • remakestyle

    February 8, 2016 at 10:11

    This sounds good. Thank you for sharing.

  • Michelle

    February 4, 2016 at 04:52

    Beautiful. The imagery just gets me!

  • Maroon Caludin

    February 1, 2016 at 00:24

    I REALLY like this one! Its so beautiful, but sad at the same time.

  • Jamie

    January 31, 2016 at 08:22

    Oh my goodness! I really like this, you really do have a gift of writing poetry.

  • Nancy

    January 31, 2016 at 07:27

    Very nicely written. With February coming, the snow will last a bit more before it starts becoming water and going away.

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