Blanket in the Valley

Hawaii ocean oahu

The ocean was a vast valley,
flowers blooming from its ebb and flow
in crooks and corners that were filled with crystal water.
Water snaked to my skin, I embodied the clear,
translucent sight.

Water tasted of salt—I saw the color blue
once I swallowed the concoction
that had entered my mouth despite
my fight to stay completely afloat.

I lulled in the water that was your voice,
the waves were your vibrations and I found myself
cuddled up to a blanket of liquid
that was suffocating me.

There they were,
blue waves dancing in the sunset,
I smelled my demise—your scent: fresh and full of daisies, plucked from their stems.

The water was sweet like sugar, your sweat was sweet like sugar
and somehow the mixture of the two had me choking on salt;
how can something so sweet, frosting on my fingers—
have me curled into a ball of pain?
You killed me.

Océan de la mort—hopes(there are none), dreams(there are none), wishes(be gone).
These glided across the fog of the waves,
curving to the valleys as they progressed
to the horizon.
Sunken in the ocean,
flowers wilting against the changing tide.

My heart fluttered,
stopping once I lay down in the valley.
My heart fluttered,
stopping once I lay down in your coffin.

Becky Harrison, OWTL Contributor
Becky Harrison : Certified klutz, free spirited, go-get-em goof ball. Loves writing poetry and the beach. Strong believer in bucket lists.