As I forced my way
into that surprisingly warm
Slip n Slide, I felt
as if I was suffocating.

Some unknown ambition
pulled and tugged at me.
I couldn't pull away
from its grips. Pink

fresh, flesh became white as
the blood made its hasty escape.
A rigor mortis had found its way
into my living limb. It was

almost unnatural, yet somehow
so appropriate. I had never
felt so at ease in my own
skin. Here and there, my head

brushed against the firm sides.
Plastic tubing was my tour guide.
A forest fire, raging, engulfed my body.
My hair stood on end. Then came

the splash!