My Miniature Odyssey

Some days I just wanted to tread muted waves not knowing whether what grazed my leg was a porgy, or a Leviathan reaching out to me from the gradient depths. The paranoia kept me afloat, the fear drove me to swim to shore. When I made it back to the sand, I chose not to live as I did before. Walking away, I looked back at the dunes, gray and dulled, yet the sun cloaked the sky in an orange nightgown. The ocean smiled that evening, a pearly white grin born from the descending gleam. From what I saw in the horizon in the sheen, dimensions were torn from the seams. the sea’s teeth melted away, its dentures rotted into a violent green. A craterous head, so alien, so organic crowned with mesopelagic knickknacks. Phosphorescent eyes surrounding its gelatinous skull poked out of the boiling cauldron that was the Atlantic. Its behemoth sized hand, with fingers gnarled and gangly erupting so fast! Contrasting the married sky of lavender and apricot Levi, then gently waved me goodbye.