My last pleas escaped my salt water chapped lips.
Dying. Reincarnating.
I sank below those merciless tides and into the arms of seaweed.
They strangled me sweetly.
All the waters faded black.
"At last I can sleep!", I cried.
Deep breath. Ink filled my lungs.
A figure swam by my dying form.
My half hearted glance turned into a stare.
A cephalopod. A woman.
Tentacles wrapped around me.
A siren voice singing in my ear.
Electric shocks. A heartbeat.
Limbs shook. Veins pumped.
Life forcing itself back in.
Our tentacles tangled and we danced along the sea floor.
For a moment the ocean stood still.
The only sound made was of whispered promises.
I tore open my chest and produced three hearts.
Water turned blue with blood.
We exchanged hearts.
Connected. Bonded.
I was swimming out to sea.
To die. To be reborn.
