underwater

evening.

she spun herself underwater as if gravity were pulling her the other way around

as if the surface of the water were a looking glass into the sky

she touched it with her toe, walking on water, toying with the fabric of the universe

ripples like folds of blue

bubbles like the stars catching fire

swirls of purple majesty and wisps of a silver-cream

silence in slow-motion.

and then she stopped. and it was time to go.

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