The Challenger Deep in the Mariana Trench is the deepest known point in Earth’s oceans – 10,994 meters below sea level with an estimated vertical accuracy of ± 40 meters.
I want to be a maelstrom
because it’s difficult
to turn away from a disaster.
Look me in the eye
as I drag you to the murky depths
of somewhere in between
drowning and being free,
tainted flesh and salt water wounds
are easier to touch in the dark,
breathe me in,
before the sunlight slips out of reach.
Can we only find love on the sea floor
because that’s where shadows of desperation
Watch the rubies spill,
as rock bleeds into rock,
proving that I am broken,
just so you would want me.
As the octopus
wraps itself around my sea-foam heart,
it whispers its melancholy warning –
I am twisted, little one, run away or surrender
and I know I shouldn’t be happy
to give up my autonomy but
in that moment,
I could almost see anglerfish
dancing at the end of the tunnel
in the wake of my supposed destiny.
he did not save me.
humanity thrives in
maladjustments and oddities
because we are the abandoned children
of the deep sea.
That’s why we soak up pain
and wish upon washed up starfish
that we can avoid the same inevitability
and for our agony –
to be special.