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Aquarius, letting go<\/strong><\/p>\n on the surface, sea melts the horizon. this is the inbetween place. a bottle afloat, bereft of miniature vessel. this is the time of release.<\/p>\n in true order, content fills form. sea bright glimmers. sky empty as a page. they weight, fill with our love <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Rebecca Took<\/strong> is an English student at Oxford University. She is a current contributor to the SevenVoices project, was shortlisted for the 2016 Martin Starkie Prize, and has written for Tigress Magazine<\/em>. She lives in Birmingham. https:\/\/rookwriting.wordpress.com<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Aquarius, letting go on the surface, sea melts the horizon. light blinding as grief \u2013 the mind blanks at the glare. this is the inbetween place. the space between sky and base. a bottle afloat, bereft of miniature vessel. the ship long adrift, sunken and free. this is the time of release. in […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-12368","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12368","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=12368"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12368\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":12369,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12368\/revisions\/12369"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=12368"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=12368"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=12368"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nlight blinding as grief \u2013
\nthe mind blanks at the glare.<\/p>\n
\nthe space between sky and base.<\/p>\n
\nthe ship long adrift, sunken and free.<\/p>\n
\nyears hollow. in breach, the body
\nbecomes buoyant, fast as an anchor.<\/p>\n
\ngoodbyes flow in choked whispers
\ntears flicker in the waves<\/p>\n
\nand into the deep
\nyou fade.<\/p>\n