Blind. Eyes bolted shut with the fleshy folds that encompas them. I tried to open them once before,

only to be greated with an all encompassing biting sting. Lemon juice in a fresh cut: “If it hurts that means it’s working”.

Suffocated, I descended further into the abyss. At first l fought against this aquatic fate; Kicking, screaming with what little air I had left. But I became calm with time - what choice do I have but to allow the savage ocean to claim my body and soul as another careless child returning home after straying too far from aquatic providence.

Reclusive from the world surrounding me once again, Blind, deaf, motionless. My head is now bowed, towards the spirit of the water - my God.

Contorted, my arms tucked under my chin and my knees swung in to protect nothing but my slowing heart.

My spine exposed to the darkness around it; the fish recognise my body as an extension of their habitat. They know little of the difference between the harsh ridges of my ribs to the waves of sand dusted across the water's floor.

A return to the mother - my mother. Once again wreathed within her womb; safe, protected.

Deeper still, I descend.