today is sunday. today is godless.
you know what they say: out of sight, out of mind, and lately i always seem to be hidden. under my own tongue, behind my own eyes.  i am three feet outside of myself, screaming again. i am six seconds behind, struggling to keep up with what i have already done. losing. i have forgotten how to occupy my own body.

today is sunday, and i’ve been drowning for weeks now.
i’m at the bottom of the pool, watching bubbles rise from my mouth. when will they come pull me out. my lungs are flooding, my vision is narrowing. i keep biting the hands that break the surface. rescue me. i keep pulling them under. don’t leave me here alone.

today is sunday. it’s always sunday.
i’ve been godless for weeks now. i am three feet outside of myself, watching bubbles rise from my mouth. i keep biting hands that have forgotten how to occupy my body. my lungs are struggling to keep up with what i have already done. flooding, losing.  you know what they say: don’t leave me here alone.
i’m at the bottom of the pool, screaming again.

dear god, please come pull me out.