You
are the Dead Sea,
The
Wind that burns my fragile skin,
The
Salt I taste, in the air, caressing my lips and
Whipping
my hair wildly about my face.
I
am the sand, one in the thousands of souls
Floating
aimless, swimming in waves of sensations,
Numb,
I feel none of it, just the emptiness.
The
faint calling of my name, echoing into bleakness.
You
are the howling storm, black and shadowy
The
rain that showers down, my wet skin trapped in linen
The
waves that engulf my ankles, pulling me towards you, the end.
You
are the choice, the one I long to make, engulf me, swallowing me whole.
I
am but one body, one person drowning in infinity of sorrows
The
lull of the storm calms the rain, my tears. I wait.
Patiently
for resolution, a solution, chin towards the sky
I
wait, bracing myself. Consume me into waves of oblivion.
Catherine
Breault is a senior English Literature Major at Bethany College. She is the President
of the Writers’ Club, Vice President of her sorority, Zeta Tau Alpha, a Kalon
Scholar, Associate in the Office of the President, a tutor, and an avid
writer. Her future goals are to go onto law school and be a criminal defense
attorney.
