One-Off Shit, Not Very Important

The Angel of the Sea

The smell of an old salt sea filled my senses as my eyes blinked open, but were met with only the darkness and the feeling of infinite dust sized beads touching my eyes. I opened my mouth, and soon too it was filled with a dry flour. I struggled and tossed my head and wiggled my torso from side to side, desperately fighting my way to the top of this sandy prison.

I felt the tip of my nose touch the cooling breeze that danced across the crust of the earth, and struggled even more, my head and neck slowly rising as the oxygen to my brain began to run low. Finally, with one violent jerk, my head lifted from the ground, sputtering and wheezing out the sandy, chalky phlegm lumped mud that had filled my mouth and throat. My eyes boiling from the dryness, I blinked rapidly as my shoulders followed by my chest and torso rose. Weakly, I pulled myself the rest of my body out of the sand.

Blind still, I could hear the crowing of seagulls, crying out their hymns against the rhythmic drumming of waves crashing into the ground ahead. I heaved myself onto bony knees, and crawled like a broken mule towards the water.

What seemed like forever must've only been 10 minutes as I felt the gentle caress of sea foam dash across my fingertips. Eagerly, I chased it as it retreated backwards, soon up to my loins in ice cold water before I dunked my head into its depths, the sand fleeing from my eyes like deserting soldiers as the burning feeling became tenfold, whipping my head back up and letting out a cry of pain, rubbing them as the sea water mixed with my own tears ran out and down my cheeks, warm.

It was minutes before I could see even a murky vision before me. The night sky shone over the white sands and black cliff sides that surrounded my backside, the bright stars blinking and fighting for their own recognition. I stared in wonder and bewilderment at my surroundings, unaware of who I was, or where I was. I stood as another wave came towards me, splashing against my knees. I looked down, and suddenly it all ceased, as if someone had shut a door. The waves, the gulls, and breeze, all sounds and feelings, even time seemed to slow as I stared at my own reflection.

A soft face was contradicted with a sharp jawline, with two pure white eyes that glowed in the blue dark. My nose was crooked but small, as if it had been broken a few times. My lips were average, and so were my ears, though my mouth was shaped into a rested frown. Was I sad? When I touched my mouth, it opened and silent words came out, but they were forgien language that my voice didn't understand, and the way the muscles in my face contorted and moved reminded me of what pain and anguish looked like, what it felt like to be trapped underneath the beach.

I stroked my ears, and distant hollers and screams, pounding and cracking made me turn around, adrenaline filling my veins, sweat beginning to clam my hands up and chills running up my spine in fear, or at least that's what I thought it was called.
But nothing was there, just the white sands and distant cliff sides.

Still, the sight of the scratched and lines in the sand called back to that short time ago when my lungs were filling up like sandbags, the feeling of the rough and cold underground filling my body and shaking me to my core with the phantom feeling of being compressed, trapped beneath the sand again. Not being to breathe. The sea salt air was gone, now the only taste that filled my senses was the earthy and dry-.

My body gave way to trembling knees as I splashed down into th water, snapping me back to reality as its embraced engulfed and washed away the compression and sandy feelings that plagued my body. Resurfacing, I took multiple deep breaths, cherishing the refreshing air that filled my chest and nose. I took a few more minutes to regain a sense of my footing and reality, keeping my back to the beach.

Looking down at my curious reflection again after that, I noticed that my short hair melted into the sky, and I let my eyes flow down my bare, flat chested body. There were pinkish scar lines underneath my chest area and I don't remember how they got there, but when I ran my thin fingers across them, I felt a faint sense of intense excitement, a sparkling joy, and a type of love that I didn't know how to put into words.