I spent six days at the bottom of the ocean.
The hours were a tangled knot of crappy solo board game sessions, writing poetry that usually ended up in the trash, off-brand diet coke, and listening to post rock records on repeat. I stayed there, under 1086 bars of salty seawater and watched the billowing smoke of the hydrothermal vents illuminated by my submarine headlights. It was alien, it wasn't earth.
Six days ago, after a drunken argument with a man dressed as a easter bunny, I drove my car straight to the coast. It was about 3am, and the highway was empty except the occasional trucks and midnight travelers.
I took off my socks, for pure entertainment, and drove my car straight into the glossy black water. I began to sink, and the doors didn't budge due to the intense water pressure. Slowly the car was sinking.
Below were
the world of sentient creatures
That moved and felt pain
piles of minerals
that probably billions of years ago, were part of a asteroid drifting through
a cosmic ocean
I could almost feel the gravitational waves, sloshing around the submarine that was once my shitty car.
Note: Sorry. I have terrible grammar. English isn't my first language, so there may be some occasional grammatical mistakes in my work. I'll strive to be a better writer.
