Walk down. Slide down.
Disappear. What is there to hear under the water? Here there are no dreams. Here peace is cold as bone.
Chaos, your thundering heart, whispers its drum. Now your flooded ears hear. There is only fire in your chest.
Open your eyes now and see me. Ophelia. Sing to your love.
Ophelia. Open your mouth.
YOU ARE READING
Under The Shallow Water: A Collection
Short StoryAn ongoing collection of poetry and prose.
