A muddy mirror face, puddle reflection,
a drty image in the decadent disassemblage
of humanity, the deconstruction of civilization,
watery eyes staring, dredging up the imagined
detailed terror of liquid suffocation-
the fear of drowning
in the deepest fathoms of the night
i can feel my flesh wrinkle rotting as i sleep
there are no happy endings here,
there is no waking to a new world of possibilities,
there is only the sharp gasp
of breaking the morning surface,
there is only another day in this life,
just another way of drowning.
