That constant desire to escape is the air I breathe,
Flowing down my throat,
A waterfall of despair turning into pools that fill my lungs.

Trickling until I am overfilled,
Vomiting the fear and choking on it.
Swallowing with a burn so fierce I'd rather not take another inhale.

I try to dive in pretending that the water is relaxing,
but really I am just sinking instead of swimming.
My mind an anchor.

My thoughts are seeping out of my pores, creating blood in the water attracting more and more sharks that circle and . . .
circle.

Fleshy pieces floating away.
Biting off parts of me one at a time.
Doesn't matter,

I was gonna drown anyway.