Photo by Roger Darnell on UnsplashI sink to the bottom of the ocean. Becoming an octopus, I camouflage myself to look like a girl with her whole life in front of her. No one can see this body, this invisible pain. Ghost translucent, I float between selves. Here is how I hide under a rock. Here is how I escape predators who would bleed me dry. Here is how I wrap my many arms around myself for comfort or cover my own wailing mouth. I should consider myself lucky, doctors say. With three hearts, there will still be something left to live.
