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The female ocean

August 7, 2022
By Waterdrop SILVER, Zaria, Other
Waterdrop SILVER, Zaria, Other
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When Anslam drowned in the ocean, her consciousness pulsed in it. Now she was in a lull, slowly prodding a glass bottle into shore. She thrusted forward, loosening delicate, effeminate spasms into her blueness. Withdrawing from the sand into her liquid body, she gathered momentum to lash out waves. A gull gawked above, spanning the air before it dived into her like a lump. She waited. The wind paused. The sun held its smile. The bottle drank sand. The gull pulled out magnetically. At its beak, a flame-colored fishing net hung out as a flag of fire dancing in the wind.

The author's comments:

Recently, I saw photos on Google about sea birds dying from plastics clogged in their systems, fishing nets tightened around their beaks and necks, oceans littered with waste. I hope this piece passes the message I'm trying to pass, which is, climate change is real. This was also inspired by Ray Bradbury's short story, the women. 

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