Shedding the Depths

I.
I stretch my back—
the scales fall, flaking from my skin,
revealing a pinking softness beneath,
healing from the scab.

II.
I stayed down too long in the underworld,
dwelling with under-things,
drinking from the drenched soils
of murky longing.

III.
Back on land—
a breath,
before plunging
into depths again.

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