Sink or Sail

Written by Gabriella Troy
Art by Paige Thompson

Sinking sand, slipping
I slide into a suffocating hug.
If you can’t love me right,
might as well squeeze every single
particle out of my pores,
these toxic molecules that have spread
and ensnared my lungs in sick
sticky mucus.
Just clean me free,
leave me my bag
of empty skin,
let me float away on the breeze
like a silly little grain
of salted sand.