Hang suspended in the air,
then submerge and fall down fast.
Two feet, three feet...
and her lungs feel made of glass.
Water streaming, vocals screaming,
she kicks out, pushing deep.
Bubbles and memories tickle her eyes,
those things that wouldn't let her sleep.
The bottoms feels cool to her searching hands,
and she drags herself closer to it.
Every second trickles further away,
as she considers death to be legitimate.
Lungs scream out against gravity,
it pushes her down and hugs her close.
She saps her eyes shut for one last time
as bubbles trickle out from her nose.
Water becomes dark as the air runs out,
hourglass sand is now gone.
Midnight swimming with the twinkling stars
ended with release just after dawn.
