My body is sixty percent water, and I attempt to float with the oil, coasting with closed eyes and mind. But I am sinking to the bottom of the glass, where cold, hard rocks bruise with the truth, and I press my hands to the glass to keep myself standing.
Although the rocks ground me, the submersion chokes my throat. If I crack the glass with my bare hands, the acid-laced arrows will lacerate my back, and I will be a trembling target fading into mist. but the gentle breeze will greet me with open arms.
Day 2 of Escapril! The prompt was "separation." I hope you enjoy it!