The water beneath me was a retched
Cold
Obsidian slate.
I could hear the waves,
They crunched parts of the vessel.
This was the end
And I let a tear go —
The tear was lost in the water
of unending dimness.
It really seemed
too dark.
A fragment of metal emerges.
I’ve lost my mind now.
I go to my safe spot.
I jump in the water.
Everything that touched me
Turned into fragments of lost somethings.
But they hurt.
I gladly floated on my back —
pins and needles constantly stabbing me.
I then knew
what it was.
We were to be devoured
by all of these pieces thrown away —
tucked inside of our bodies until they’re too big
And you explode.
I know what it is now.
And so do you.
