Savior

Could some one please save me? The thought was nothing but a gurgle of hope spread like wings in my chest. Any body… The sea took my body and its cool body covered me in its caress. My hand was the only part left touched by air. I feebly lifted it reaching for the sky with my fingers.

But as the lack of oxygen became a bloody scream echoing inside my head, every ounce of strength seemed to leave. The minuscule waves lapsed over my palm, silky and smooth like spit from its tongue. The sun filtering in overhead became dim as I started to sink into the grim.

Suddenly some one else’s skin was on mine; warm, comforting, and divine. I was swifted away, no longer the drowning man, and brought to the surface once again. My lungs burned with saltwater draining out my mouth from inside my chest.

On her purple eyes mine rest. A pink star exploded around her pupil, its dust drifting around her iris. I blinked, needing to make sure she was real, but when I looked again she had disappeared.

At the vast ocean I gazed. I had almost lost my life that day. Beyond the horizon a teal tail soared. I waved goodbye to my savior.

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