Healing Tide

Photo by Nicole De Khors from Burst 

Calypso. She dances in the salty wind, the sea swells beneath her feet. I fell in love with Calypso, the mistress of my soul. Yet darkness hid within her.

She threw the wine glass at the hearth and it shattered. I watched as if it would magically dissolve into the black slate. “He raped me when I was ten,” she said.

I took her hand. “I will never hurt you.”

“You already have. Only a fool makes that promise.”

“Then, I will hurt with you.”

Reduced to a slow-rolling wave, she gently broke upon me. “I believe you.”