Water fills the room
And dares to enter me
Oh this cruel game again?
A game of breath underwater
No up or down just
Now... spinning, spinning in black and loosing my bearings
Can I do this?
Am I capable of this?
letting in the rushing water into my body?
But in this state of pained catatonics I realize something
the water isn't trying to crush but to heal
I had been holding my breath long before the water
long before this room
since my very first breath
the pain of burdens had been the familiar
it was the rocks thrown
The traded blows
The anger of unknown origin
It was the healing I was seeking
A quick inhale and a cut to black
and I sit in the squeaky chair a woman vague
shouting of success at my successful drowning
Jun 1, 2017
Jun 1, 2017 at 9:36 AM UTC
Water fills the room
And dares to enter me
Oh this cruel game again?
A game of breath underwater
No up or down just
Now... spinning, spinning in black and loosing my bearings
Can I do this?
Am I capable of this?
letting in the rushing water into my body?
But in this state of pained catatonics I realize something
the water isn't trying to crush but to heal
I had been holding my breath long before the water
long before this room
since my very first breath
the pain of burdens had been the familiar
it was the rocks thrown
The traded blows
The anger of unknown origin
It was the healing I was seeking
A quick inhale and a cut to black
and I sit in the squeaky chair a woman vague
shouting of success at my successful drowning
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