Everything Will be All Right

Heavy lungs, fill with water.
Cool, releasing fluid, encase my
Melting Core.
It slips through time and ignores every call;
it sleeps through screaming and
Rips out my good, golden hair.
Closed eyes and filtered ear,
Rape me of my naïve optimism and smiles.
Let the great, turquoise orifice
Envelop me and swallow,
Float down to the dark depths
where the sun forgot.
Do not kiss me.
Just leave.
I may be a bald corpse,
my body a temple for the hungry snipers and snippers
starved at the bottom, but
I have control.

Rain begins to disrupt the still skin,
the ripples pool out to the corners,
like blood drips along the wall.
Raw words are whispered, but
they’re unclean; Unfit for this
Suspended midnight, this
Wretched, calming place.
The fish are tickling my palm as they nibble.
Gnawed flesh and dried blood,
Solidifying my arteries and my blue, blue veins.

And on with the storm!
Bring waves of discontent and fury
to toss my white body along the sand bed,
Digging a silk-linen grave.
Above, the rough surface suffocates so many.
The sharp, thick rain plunges into this tongue-less world,
like arrows on the land.
Rush the wind, force the dry world,
Apocalyptic destruction come!
But here below:
Below, there is a dead silence,
And the aquatics speechless
Along with my motionless, frozen glass coffin
Quieting the prisoner inside.