By: Alexis McGuinness
Inside the cobalt, beyond the heat, I feel a dry stillness.
The air buffers the warmth outside, making a candy shell in between.
Inside, there’s coolness. Everything else on the outside basks in an unfamiliar sunshine.
My bones are brittle and creak in the silence.
I walk in a directionless darkness, certain that I will reach the perimeter. But I am swallowed up in cerulean. There are many kinds of blue, Miles, so many.
You take whatever name I give you and disappear into the deep.