Sink or swim.
A narcissistic value.
You cannot touch them, for they simply float.
But I?
I do nothing at all.
I let the waves pull me under, serene and cold.
The lights from bright blues to deep, dark, ultramarine weight.
My chest and lungs scream and burn,
The heavy, pulsing weight makes my skull explode…
Until I let my air
Burst
And bloom
From my body.
I’m drowning but I cannot express how this experience
Was...
Perfect!
I was okay…
Until I was gone.
Blood gushing from the slit in my throat.
Choking.
Broken.
Gone.