The river's current starts slow,
chilled streams trickling,
toes shifting, in the dark blue-gray;
almost unpleasant to the touch.
As she wades, the pull becomes stronger;
ice cold, it entraps her chest.
Slwoosh fwssh, she winces as the wind picks up,
and her mind goes still; resilient.
Drifting, her body gives way,
fwuomp, pssshhh.
Almost lifeless do her eyes wash,
away into the water's murk.
Like a ship stranded at sea,
her body struggles to withstand,
water filling her lungs like the hull;
her cheeks pale and wet.
Gasps break the water,
sending ripples as wide as her eyes,
and the tormenting storm laughs;
Each time it moves, grabs, without asking, takes without giving,
and she floats.
Feb 24, 2016
Feb 24, 2016 at 5:52 PM UTC
The river's current starts slow,
chilled streams trickling,
toes shifting, in the dark blue-gray;
almost unpleasant to the touch.
As she wades, the pull becomes stronger;
ice cold, it entraps her chest.
Slwoosh fwssh, she winces as the wind picks up,
and her mind goes still; resilient.
Drifting, her body gives way,
fwuomp, pssshhh.
Almost lifeless do her eyes wash,
away into the water's murk.
Like a ship stranded at sea,
her body struggles to withstand,
water filling her lungs like the hull;
her cheeks pale and wet.
Gasps break the water,
sending ripples as wide as her eyes,
and the tormenting storm laughs;
Each time it moves, grabs, without asking, takes without giving,
and she floats.
Based on a poem I wrote at least 4-5 years ago, and I think this is a better adaptation of it. I no longer called it The River Beneath My Feet, but Drowning Girl based off of the line "A lesson learned from the drowing girl" and I worked from there. No original lines are left in this adaptation, I believe.
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