Work Text:
Seaweed tangled in locks of gold.
Skin white like the snow.
Your touch is cold like the sea.
Dear one, please come back to me.
I do not wish to live my life if you are not here to share it.
My warm lips upon yours as I push in air, again and again.
I pound on your chest and I shall never stop until it rises on its own.
For if you leave me, I will follow in due haste.
Breathe, my beloved.
Breathe..
