petalos

Petals will flinch at the touch.

A sea at rest, drowned her. Her body lied, the gaps between her fingers, spread. And she was caressed. Like a small whisper, the water creeped. Holding her pain in the water, like it was an object that required the care. It was heavy. A tunnel too profound to declare full discovery. There will be parts not fulfilled. Parts undiscovered. Did the sea feel the stains of her tears? Did it feel drops of warmth over the biting water that it was so accustomed to?

Did it feel?