The Golden Cage of Water and Sunlight

He told me the ocean was healing, a great wash to scrub away our past. But standing here in his borrowed light, I know better than anyone that water is just liquid patience waiting for its chance to drown you.

The warmth on my skin feels like a caress from an old lover who wants something back—something he can't name but expects me to understand without words.

I let the tide kiss my waist, savoring how easily one might slip away. We are all just beautiful things floating until someone pulls us under or pushes us ashore.

Editor: Black Swan