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deeply, and with vast amounts of sodium to aid the wounded and as i submerged my warm body beneath the waves filled my grey lungs with seawater in suicide a small brown woman pulled me from the frothy mouth of the sea and married a doctor to fix me. i didn't understand until i stood with frail certainty on the rocky beach, the wind from the cliffs tugging at the skirt hung awkwardly from my hips and the breeze from the ocean kissing my face and combing my hair. the tide rolled in great frothy beads over the cracked nailpolish on my toes, licking slightly and carefully at my favorite scar on my ankle. i looked out at her horizons, listening to the dull breathing sound that is water sliding against water, and decided that i was no longer angry. the waves exhaled softly, beckoning.
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