Your body is cold, bold, and covered in goosebumps
You’re a mess;
A wreck;
A hollowed shell of your former self
Throat is tight, forehead covered in lumps
You’re a sinking ship;
Only concerned with whether or not you remember how to swim
You are sinking;
You do not care
This watery tomb is now your home
Not afraid, no longer afraid of being alone
Reaching through the waves
Looking for a hand to hold