the calamity of us is overwhelming. pressure builds in my temples until invisible strings snap, releasing dead matter into the air around me. rubble settles at my feet and i am silently grasping at stale cells which once held importance and fortitude. as waves lash around me, i sink. my skin prunes under water and i become dead weight, quietly floating amongst seaweed and salt, waiting for a boat to pass and wondering what went wrong.
