Editor’s Note: Starting today, the Letters section’s Photo of the Week will now be named Liyab. Furthermore, instead of weekly short stories, creative works will be uploaded every other week.
Here I am within the womb
of a serene glittering pool;
her surface returns
the blue hues of the sky, but
beneath owns my blues in the earth.
Deep in her depths, she engulfs
my body with turbulent force;
caressing my lungs. I let out
a scream, a plea, but only
an anguished moan follows.
Perhaps dry ears hear nothing
or refuse to hear me at all.
Their dry eyes only see
the glistening surface:
sun-illumined, beautiful, shallow.
But here I am submerged within
her lone womb, trying to puncture the surface
with my feeble limbs.
I am learning how to swim, to beat
the sense of drowning— especially on land. F CZERIZHA KAIZEL S. ADZUARA