there are cinder blocks
hanging from your rib cage
and you're still wondering
why it's so easy for you
to sink so d e e p
into the
       ocean
             f l o o r.

but it'd be better if they were
less of a metaphor
                   and with me now,
pulling me down into the dirt
where i'm supposed to be
instead of breathing still in
             m i s e r y.