a drowning/Leviathan

by Lynette Mejia

there are depths

and then

there are depths.

tsunamis born

as shifts

slips

tiny errors corrected

as I stretch

they grow, swell

while I wrap myself

around mountains

beneath the waves

in the dark

behind the world

in the satisfying cold

like you,

I am

smooth, sheer,

rumbling and

scarred

I am

the water

and the land

I take you in.