floating
there’s nothing left to say the water’s been turned on slowly, steadily i hear it gushing through the pipes down to my feet it’s cold; it’s freezing but you don’t know i’m here there’s nothing left to see only a shell, a what-used-to-be the water reaches my knees and i am flooded with your what-should-be’s i am not here this is not me this is not where i’m supposed to be the water reaches my chest it is cold; it is freezing but my heart is numb and you can’t hurt me anymore i lean back; i resign my fate i don’t care anymore the water reaches my neck but i’ve long forgotten breathing your hand on my neck telling me what to do what to say how to be you’ve suffocated me enough the water reaches my lips but i’ve long forgone speech my words fall on deaf ears my lips have been sewn the water reaches my eyes but i’ve long been blind and i close my eyes i am floating thrashing writhing and i am floating and the water stops rippling
