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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