“Ocean View,” photo by Carly Cashatt
i felt a peculiar pleasure as it rushed up my nose learning everything about myself i missed from the years i was frozen my body was held by the embrace of the ocean and it did not seem to miss you at all. being lost, tangled in my own seaweed, i made good company of the fish they sang me to sleep each night and i only slept at night i let loose of the reins i had around myself and allowed the ocean to carry them sometimes i still think about when i began to notice my evaporation the fish began to die off one by one after awhile i stopped crying when they left i felt myself fall as the ocean let go – one finger at a time. this time, i was really drowning. i let my reins so loose i could not even dream of where to begin searching for it looking around at the fossils of what i was thanking my bed mercifully for inviting me home with open arms i would spend the next few weeks with it convincing it to accept my apologies. this is my sympathy letter to Iowa. i’m writing it from my bed once you’ve climbed out please do not ever climb back in.
Voices literary magazine is produced by the Creative Writing class at Nation Ford High School in Fort Mill, SC.