Monster

The water ate my best friend.  That’s what I was told and that’s what I believed for the longest time. 

But now, as I‘m sitting by the water, as it’s gently caressing my toes, I blame you. You thought of nothing other than your own false sense of liberation. You committed the crime and threw the blame at whomever was bold enough to carry it. 

But the truth remains. The killer was you, the water was never at fault. 

You ended yourself.  In all his grace, the water took you in. But now your salty companion has been misjudged and they can’t even see his own tears. 

I came down to the port once more. I wanted to talk to him, frankly I wanted to ask him. 

What is it that I can do to ease your pain? Is believing in you enough? What is it that you want? 

The water is rather laconic. 

Today he finally told me. I understood his wish and I was all the more flattered. 

Me! It was me he wished for, a friend that wouldn’t betray him. 

Don’t worry, I get it. 

Water feels like silk. Really, think about it.

It’s ticklish. The bubbles lift you up into the fuzziest of hugs. 

Don’t open your eyes, they’ll sting, trust him, listen.

And I did. 

Tragic stories of treachery on his back, wrongfully accused numerous times, carrying the burden of so many murders he had absolutely no responsibility for. 

The cold brings life, a resilient one, the heat takes it away, brutally. So this, this is the epitome of life. 

I wish they could see him how I see him. His unmatched beauty, how he stretches further than the eye can reach.

Truthfully I think breathing is overrated. 

Take a big breath they said, it’ll all go away they said but make no mistake, breath isn’t a spell. In fact, sometimes its absence brings the real change, its absence is the real spell. 

I will grant his wish no matter what.