Black hair
like oodles of shoelaces
on the surface.
Skin turns to tough rubber,
fingers are lollies
left to freeze in a dank cave.
Above, a melting sky,
wonky blue and white
too far from wrinkled hands.
Electronic voices stutter
into her ears, a gargly reply
floats to nowhere.
Each second adds up,
each second closer to blackout,
perhaps a slow-motion wave cheerio?
She drifts deeper down,
a wrecked puppet
asleep in the sea.
Unable to inhale,
throat begins to scrunch
like a paper cup.
Feb 7, 2013
Feb 7, 2013 at 3:53 PM UTC
Black hair
like oodles of shoelaces
on the surface.
Skin turns to tough rubber,
fingers are lollies
left to freeze in a dank cave.
Above, a melting sky,
wonky blue and white
too far from wrinkled hands.
Electronic voices stutter
into her ears, a gargly reply
floats to nowhere.
Each second adds up,
each second closer to blackout,
perhaps a slow-motion wave cheerio?
She drifts deeper down,
a wrecked puppet
asleep in the sea.
Unable to inhale,
throat begins to scrunch
like a paper cup.
Written: February 2013.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time for university - as such, it is likely to change a little over the next few weeks.
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