Sea Sick

It was 9 past eleven, 6 months past a broken heart
I felt I was drowning, fast and deep
In what I thought was an innocent wave of gladness
Which washed over me with its coolness of love
And bubbles of lust
And force of wanting
I felt I was drowning, fast and deep

Swim, sink or surrender?
Surrender to the subdued sea
And be as one with it?

But I swam back to sand
And swore again and again
That I will never be friends with the sea
Before a wave washes over me
And made me feel
Like I was drowning, fast and deep, once again

Aida Rahayu Mahmud
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