A poem a week for 2017 - Week 1 - Wet

I am not the woman I used to be
She is dead

You killed her

I have become the ocean
Deep and wide

You cannot burn me

You can only hope I do not swallow you
Break you off into little pieces or gulp you whole
I have choices you know

Watch me hold fish and boats and worlds in my belly
Listen closely I preach sermons to the sun
Sing songs to the stars
Cry to the moon
Wave at the mountains

I am something to behold

Think twice before you kill another woman
I will come for you
I will swallow you head first

Remember me
Do you even remember