The heart as heavy as a boulder
The bottom of the ocean, desolate
Not a soul to be seen, not a whale in sight
The boy freezes in the absolute cold
His heart frosty, almost rocklike
The repugnant odor of his dying flesh
The flagrant and overpowering stench of his dying thoughts
The loneliness crippling, the desolation absolute
The boy is a fish out of water
Gasping for breath, wriggling with pain
It’s as if there is no oxygen in the ether
In a flash, the ocean opens, the shimmering sun rays everywhere
The flesh restores, leisurely, taking its time
The hands embracing the boy are warm, tender, and delicate
Tears roll down his face, pellucid, a drop in the ocean