Cristina Proietti

  • Cristina Proietti

They could hear the muffled bass of the music far away but the saltwater blanket surrounding them blurred out specifics of time and place, they were lost in each other. They would have to go back to the shore at some point but for now, they held each other in a suffocating embrace, stifled, underwater. Who would surface first? Each thought. And what would that mean? The water was their refuge, it masked all sins and misdemeanours and allowed for a new lease of life. The shore will call them back eventually, and those stood on it.

Seed by Cristina Proietti. Image by Olivia Bee