Thursday, February 18, 2016

deluge.

in the scarlet moment of drowning
when I inhale, gasp, inhale
exhale, repeat
in the matter of what seems a second

you are unaware of your cold fingers
the dull ache, the firm grasp, the
loss tangled within my hair
clutching my face and neck
your fingers no longer entwined
in my empty hands

peering down at my body
a pale shadow drifting through dusk
I doubt our existence and
beauty, tranquil limbs
a gentle heap of weightless bones
paralysis, the immeasurable silence
before surfacing will save me


© 2.18.2016 heather brager

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