Take my gasps for air

as tender kisses,

my flailing feet

as laughter,

wrap your riptide arms

around me,

swallow me whole so

I’m the apple of your eye,

see me needing a saviour

and submerge me.

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Kristiana Reed day dreams, people watches in coffee shops, teaches English and writes. She is a curator on Blood into Ink, a collective member of The Whisper and the Roar & Sudden Denouement, and blogs at My Screaming Twenties. She is 24 and is enjoying the journey which is finding her voice.