Running along the edge of a wet pool deck mid Summer
I used to say I’d rather drown
than die by fire— be charred beyond recognition by flames.
Yet now, I stand self adducing—
spewing from my mental time after time that I rose from those blazing snares
purged, scourged, blackened with soot; but exculpated and true. And now the solace I thought was to come upon drowning seems quite vindictive as I thrash about the relentless waves cast up from Haides’ seas of mist and darkness. Sweet sounds of Seirēns tease the thistles my ears and for moments brief, but always sure, I feel the tide changing. Shifting. Gentle. I float
and then the drowning commences once again.
The Ineludible Purging of Seaera Marie