By sarah dragonfleyes@excite.com
Date: 18 January 2001
beneath the quiet sea
the mud was frozen. driven away from the distant shoreline by the arrogant ice. the thunderous echo of the water imprisoned by the ice demanded my attention.
it was cold.
I couldn't breath.
my hair frozen from a recent shower, I shivered against the rigid temperatures. I suppose I was torturing myself, but I had to see. my eyes needed to know, and some how rationalize the demon beneath the ice. I couldn't reconcile myself to believe that it was there.
I wrapped myself in my shawl before leaving the warm caress of the fire, my cheeks burnt red by invisible flames.
It had called out to me all night, its mournful cry seeking me out of sleep. It invaded my dreams first, then it slowly awoke me. Tears forming tendrils down my cheeks. I sat in my window seat listening to it. My breathing fogging the glass, my hand imprinted inside its opaque frost.
morning came in a whisper. with a shy demurity enchanting the colorless beach.
its sorrowful song clung to me, and I couldn't resist it any longer. the shawl was now a pool of antique lace around my feet. shoes were never an issue, for they never graced my feet that morning.
I felt the first shard of ice break its way through the tender flesh of my skin, then the heart rendering cracking of the frozen sea as it gave way.
my lover was underneath there, and I had to go to him.
the water swallowed whole and took me as its own deity. I was their ice princess. now I am there’s as my lungs fill with water and my body grows numb with the shock of frigid waters.
the song has ended in my head now, for I am now a part of it.
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