back.
ten thousand kilos above my head,
and
two miserable sunrays begging to reach me.
forth.
my hands grasp unseen blankets,
my throat bubbles with disbelief.
back.
ten thousand kilometers away from the shore,
and
two desperate breaths before going under.
forth.
my eyes struggle to stay open,
my arms feel heavy like lead.
back.
i've felt this before, this dread.
and
i know this feeling all to well.
forth.
i'm familiar with the taste of salt,
and with the sound of crashing waves.
back.
i've drowned before.
and
i've drowned before.
forth.
back.
at least i know, right before i go down,
and
how calm the waves will go.
forth.
my mind goes blissfully quiet,
and my desperate heartbeat will slow,
and i will gently sway
back
and
forth
and
back
and
forth
and
back.
and
forth
and
back
and
forth
and
forth.
