For your poems.
I felt like a puppet, my wrists and ankles and all of my bends really were weak. I lowered myself into the water and tried to hope I wouldn’t sink. But I did, I hoped I would sink. I did sink. I let the violent air escape my lungs into the water, and I just screamed into the seemingly endless dark of the pits below. Eventually I forgot about needing to breathe. I just stayed under, my lungs perfectly comfortable where they were, almost as if they were not new to death. But then I felt the pulse of my ever-so-human heart ceasing. I realized […]