There’s always something heavy drowning in the waters.
Stones. Forgotten sand. Lost diamonds. Lost children. Dead fish. Corpses given by those who convince themselves that the water takes in all sins. Bodies taken without warning.
What the water gives, it takes & what the water takes, it gives. Centuries of dust rolling in its depths. Like a slow, unseen monster.
What the water takes, it kills.
Ash swaying to its deathbed. Whispering into itself. Sediment after sediment. Time hardening with time.
Our bones sinking, hands giving way under pressure. A sigh, some lost breath. Hard comfort of sand-blurred seafloor.
Skeleton settling in. Making itself home.
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