Pressure

I'll always be encompassed by water.
Held within a cleansing Aura, suspended
The two coasts, act as opposite poles of a magnet pushing me.
And the pressure I feel is deafening.
It rings in my ears and through the wrinkles In my brain.
Aurora's lights flicker around me.
I've never met myself in the mirror as a martyr.
However, I still push myself into the fire.
And like a paradox.
I go up in flames.