I'm swallowing an ocean, drinking it all down, lapping up sweet foam from the crests of waves while bubbles freckle my skin and make droopy beards hanging off my chin. I lap up all the foam. My cheeks tingle as the bubbles pop and melt from my cheeks. The water brushing against my face crusts my lips with salt. The water pulls away from me before surging forward, slapping my face and slipping into my mouth forcing itself between my teeth and down my throat. The water carries seashells. The shells cut the soft skin of the inside of my cheeks and the sensitive lining of my throat. Salt packs into the bleeding lesions. The water carries seaweed. The strands are like gristle cliched tightly between round white tombstones of teeth. When I bite down, they bleed green. The water carries fish. They have slick, gray skin or colorful, rough scales or tail fins that move like hair. They split open as waves throw them against the sand. The fish bleed out more water for me to drink. I am drowning as around me the water swells, packing in around my feet and expanding up to my shoulders, until my head goes under. The sea forces down into me and I'm so full that as much goes down is forced back up I can't breath. I can't see. I can't speak. The ocean is swallowing me, drinking me all down. |