the pale pink underbelly of

pain brushes past me

the straining muscles pumping

as the giant jaws devour

should i hate myself for

dreaming of calmer oceans?

my geometric heart eases gently

into the silent-flowing river

Lethe

treading water, the noiselessness is

almost overwhelming

Lethe

stubborn, i am in denial. but i

am shocked awake by the sight –

Lethe

sleeping cadavers wax eloquent in their

conversations with brambles

                  Lethe.