2019 - Present
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The Drift By Esha Todd
Waves crash in between the circle of her eyes—a dark, pierced version of a lover appeared. Two bright green eyes start to dance along the rocks and floats into a rippled current of soft wavy black hair.
Disheveled tears pipelined into waterfalls that floods into a clear puddle of quicksand. The bitter taste of regret left an aftertaste. A woman lies adjacent to the water. She digs into the sand with cold sharpened fingertips and slices through quartz.
Into the dead of night, the wind bristles aggressively against shadowed trees branches. The death of her husband started to feel fresh. She runs from a burial site only hours before, and her companion lowers slowly, six feet under submerged with dirt.
The turmoil from her husband's family was in motion, yet she wants to escape the pain. The guilt laid heavy like infinite sounds of seashells broken along the coast. Continued nervous breaths quiver the entrance of her nose. She could have saved his life. The woman's eyes suffocate with liquid, drowns in tears, and barely staying afloat. The woman rises and drifts herself closer to the edge of the shore.
"Until we meet again," she whispered.
As the moon glares against the water, she places one foot in front of the other towards the darkened sea.
A Bay Area Cali girl heading to England, who used to build VR/AR booths in corporate America by day while interviewing fighters, decides in her spare time (which she doesn't have a lot of), to write about Art, History, Gaming, MMA, and Lifestyle by night instead.