Poem by Maja Trochimczyk • Photo
by Henry Avignon
Circles in Crimson I liked swimming under water, holding my breath until the pulsation of blood in my ears echoed in a wild rhythm throughout my body. Once, I dove down to the sea-grass, all the way to the sandy bottom. The submerged landscape reddened, suddenly dangerous. It made me turn around and frantically reach for the safety of air, beyond the shiny membrane that separated my world from its fluid reflection. That’s when I realized how loud my heart could be in its last minutes. I was born, before silence. air bubbles in my veins blood grows into a meadow drowning my last breath |