She closed her eyes and let her head slip beneath the surface of the water. Its warmth lulled her, and the pressure mounted as she held her breath, the water hardening around her like a mold; she imagined it shaping her into an elongated, reedier form. A birch tree, perhaps. One tree among many, gray bark peeled back from her eyes and mouth to reveal a dark and flinty substance beneath: mossy black marble, or maybe blood-speckled stone.
sculpture by Jeannine Bardo