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.

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