please come and save me -
i soak in a
bath filled with
clear ocean water,
harvested from the
deep blue holes of
waters filled with
glowworms that
blink in morse code at me,
whisper my name,
lead me to where i
strive to be.
waters filled with
salmon-pink gas that
leaks its way
into my ears, my nose,
flaring in the
back of my throat,
churning in my stomach.
a sinking sensation
fills me; when i thought i was
indestructible, i became
more vulnerable.
i talked back to the
glowworms, signing
hello and how are you
to them, blinking my
underwater flashlight.
flurries of fish
surrounded me, a
low chatter of a
thousand voices
droning on in the
back of my head.
i remember a
moment when my
mind went blank,
the water turned black,
and all i knew was that
i was alone.
no one would save me.
no knight in shining armour would
swoop down from the
heavens and fly me to shore.
not even the glowworms,
with whom i had sp;oken to
numerous times,
would come, nor the
schools of
bystander fish who just
peered at me with
wide eyes and
whispered about me.
i realized that i was
too different from them
to be saved. the blue hole had
swallowed me into
oblivion and silent wonders,
and i couldn’t help but
wish i was back with the
people i knew.
the water is
so freeing and
so terrifying
all at the same time.
i know that i could
drown at any point and
no one would hear me,
yet i always
find myself going
deeper and deeper despite the
common sense at the
back of my head.