Lake - Baptism - Poetry - Violet Cro Photo: Alana Bagladi

Cool water laps at your arms

You have been lying here for hours

The salt in your eyes

Becomes a bath to soothe

To cleanse

Your body

Your mind

Air caresses your skin

Under you go

Under you remain

Baptized from the pipes

Born into blinding fluorescence

You are found here


By Violet Cro