‘The Fathoms’ by Sarah Fletcher

The Fathoms When I am caught within the eels of it, I remember more is known about the moon than the deepest parts of the ocean. This helps me make sense of it. One thousand fathoms down, brine scales everything. Salt scars hearts across the rocks. A date of birth. The other animals are mainly teeth. Black eyes like space. More teeth. Perpetually open mouths: … Continue reading ‘The Fathoms’ by Sarah Fletcher