a sea of red
came suddenly
these tides were not
a ship in a storm
something from a novel
moby dick struggled this time
what a fight, 
waves crashed over the hull
and brought me under
leaving me to drown
with only a rock at
the bottom to caress
these unborn bones
an anchored umbilical
connecting me to the depths

all that is left of me
is crimson.

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