The ocean, a brown-green body
crashing and sloshing salty throats,
seaweed coiling around stiff legs
and the water licks every wound

It eats scabs, digests pain
and regurgitates sour foam.
Cold waves suffocate the warm bodies
begging to be held,
even if it makes them numb.

It doesn’t care, throwing the sensation
of icy water burning nostrils, gasping for breath,
but it cradles
and it loves
all those who give themselves
completely

I’m so close to you
drowning in the sea, swallowing mouthfuls of salt,
will you save me?
We ask, Heavenly Father,
where are you?
Where are you, when we are on our knees
on the asphalt, about to hurt ourselves,
like my dad once was and
you told him to get up.
Do you hear me asking for you, buried in my sheets,
fingernails digging for the blood in my arm,
are you listening?

Will you save me?

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