Words are a powerful thing (Poems/poetic things)

The Black Sea

The Black Sea

The water was black, like moving through space. Everyone one around me, breathing. But I was drowning.

But a hand reached out, from above, and dug it's nails into me. It pulled me from the gloom, and brought me above the surface. I opened my mouth, able to breathe once more.

But the nails dragged across my skin, as I was pulled back under. My screams unable to be heard, as my mouth filled with water. The hand released me, and I slowly descended, to the bottom. The eyes of the breathing, following me.

My feet touched the bottom, a chill rushing up me as I was finally consumed by the darkness. I slowly sat down at the bottom, full with darkness and despair, as my lungs constricted and burned as I was still drowning. But out of the black, came a glowing figure, burning bright as if she was on fire. She slowly walked to me, then sat down, grabbing my bleeding hand in hers. She rested her head on my shoulder, and gave my hand a squeeze, making my stomach flutter.

She did not try and pull be to the surface. She did not try to cheer me up. She did not try to reassure me.

All she did was sit there, not peeping a word.

But bright white hands descended from the surface, and grasped into her. She thrashed and struggled, but she was pulled from the darkness, and back to the light.

I stared up at where she has been, my lungs burning.

I was alone, once more.