The water gets warmer the longer you stay
Tell me
is this what drowning feels like?
Numb, with vibrant cheeks
Empty, with full feeling.
my hands are shaking
letting liquid lies slip through my
steady fingers
(I know what I want; but I don’t).
is this what
d
r
o
w
n
i
n
g
feels like?
tiptoeing over problems with heavy limbs,
holding pleasure never.
vibrating with life, as I die
free, as I am trapped in alcohols illusion.
I am
s i n k i n g
slowly
weightlessly
heavily
fast.
drifting
into clouds of thick
moisture
choking on
sugared oceans
of endless
misery.
is this what drowning feels like?
when you are
submerged
in merky memories
intoxicated
by different realities
as you wistfully pour more
liquid
down
your throat
instead of swimming to the surface
to face the reality of the cold air
...
Yes...this is...what...drowning...feels like...
An Instrumental Dream
My mother shakes me from pleasant slumbers. She looks overly excited, like a manic kid's show host; her toothy smile almost twists around her ears. "Hey, Julie!" she shrills in monotone. "Let's play muuuusical instruments!" I flinch back, into my postered wall, hoping to disappear. But she grabs me by the foot and drags me back, screaming, tears shaking my chest. "Let's play the drums, Julie!", she yells. She raises her hands and smacks my chest, over and over, until the bones rattle. "Bong bong bong! Bong bong bong!"
When my mother comes to comfort me, I push her away.
“Go”
As the path split in the old dirt road, the runner wept and did as she was told. She knew this day was coming. Still, she kept on running. Her hiding place was very close. 40 or 50 yards at most. She could see the birch tree, finally. Like a ball player sliding into home, she extended her arm with a groan. Her gun, now pointed at him. She whispered “You will never force me to run again.” He lay dead in the leaves. For the first time in years, she could breath.
By: Benz
©8-6-19