Exauasted
The depths of eyes are pulling me in. Heavy, the two cinder blocks dragging beneath me. Treading, just skimming the exterior. I'm keeping from the truth. Enclosed in this endless pool, the waves go over the edge under pressure. Tossed out, I've returned to the face. You, your changing eyes, Calm, bay waves, to rippling spring grass. On top, I am floating. Dense, pained and heavy-- but floating. The deep void closes me in.
















