the water laps at your ankles.
dive straight in
you've always known you're invincible
hesitate at the water's edge
the water doesn't feel so good
now that you're alone
the water slips past your lips and
into your lungs. it
begins to burn, a quality never really
given to water.
the glassy view of the surface has
never been better, beneath the waves
and drowning. a stray thought
occurs to you, one from childhood.
you wonder if the surface is merely a door to elsewhere.