As my fingers round the iceberg of my body
Something beckons from across the sea further than my mind can grasp, chattering whipping across white horse stallions towards my very soul…
The waves lap higher around my calves as the heat of the small hand clutching mine seeps through my palm. Spray flies up, tiny…
Thalassophobia
Here I stand,
You remind me of Poseidonblue eyeseach one holds a smirk