
Flux Magazine
"Baptized" by Emma Briseno
It feels like yesterday
when I dove.
Heart first
into the endless streams
that sculpt your turquoise irises.
Butterfly stroking my way through
I swam.
Farther,
deeper.
Into quicksand
masquerading
as Mediterranean waters.
With your glutinous sludge
up to my ears, you began to pull me
Farther,
deeper.
But, as you crept eagerly
towards my crescent reminders
of what it is to smile
I cleansed myself
of you.