Years the house stood vacant on the lot. Damp and dust conjoined; mold grew. Vines broke in, and became trees. Ants turned beams to sand. Winds beat against walls. The house fell, and it sank in to the mud.
A single blue haired figure soars alone at night, through the waters above her subacquatic home. Gravity is for surface dwellers; the sea gives flight. That’s why the Ancestors sank themselves in the foam. She whispers thanks to them as she nears the sky’s edge. She puts her hand through the ocean’s skin, feels... Continue Reading →