Lead bricks,
breath thick,
Am I drowning or
just barely keeping
my head
above
the
waves?

Dark water conceals
curious creatures nibbling at my skin
  nip   nip   nip
Innocently making off with
itty bits of my raw flesh.
If I stop struggling,
give in and
sink,
They go hungry.
I go free.

My heart resolutely pumps
viscous, sticky life
(like honey)
slowly through my veins.
What's the rush?
The roar in my ears accompanying
panic-struggle-desperation-fear
is absent.
Sink or swim,
the outcome is the same.

I breathe deep
And feed the fish.