by living-glass


I am sinking myself into arctic, bleak water.

Surprisingly, I feel refreshingly cleansed, I feel secure.


I am hurled out of the ocean in an instant;

They are pouring gallons of boiling, blistering blood onto me.


I am getting accustomed to this unfamiliar, calescent body;

The agonising, intense calamity melting the walls of my breath languidly.


I am abraded and scraped by the deep-seated animosity on the tips of their finger nails;

The valves to my heart gradually enclosing and enfolding along with the bitter poison.


I am liberated from all suffocation and turmoil;

A final smile cracked across the concrete that plastered my face,

Before the last, ultimate beat.

I am finally at rest.