and the world kept spinning,
even with my face buried in the mud.
the sea could fill my lungs,
blackness at the bottom under my feet;
My toes grip silt.
They could feel the burn.
the fire in the mud cracked my spine
Bubbles floated my body to the crash of the waves.
The wind kissed my face.
Salt and Sweat bake in the sun.
Like the Serpent I shed my skin
And new feet stepped onto the shore.