A Million Fathoms Deep

In the blackness,
a million fathoms deep,

she sleeps

in a pool
of the blackest ink,
coiled beneath

the ancient
and crumbling shell
of a fathom-dweller
by the waves, in an age
before salt filled the sea.

She breathes in the silt
and exhales a wish –
the bubbles rise toward the light,
so distant,
to share her dreams
and the bountiful gifts
that darkness always brings with it.

But they never answer
and she remains


in the deep,

beneath her shell.

Tears pool… her blackest ink.

©️ Obol, 2020.

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