By Cara Anne
As I lay here, I allow the water to wash over me.
It caresses my skin with its delicate touch, as it laps against my body.
I let it flow through my finger tips, as my thoughts pour out of me.
I plunge myself down inside of it’s depths.
Hoping that it will wash away my misery.
Praying that it will bring some clarity to my eyes.
My hair floats around me.
I watch the thick locks swirl around the pool.
I can feel it’s slick form wrap around my frame in it’s serenity, as my strength bids me goodbye.
One by one my muscles loosen with slack.
They allow the substance engulf my form in a hug.
It’s arms are cold and smooth, as they envelope around me.
Without hesitation, the substance drags me deeper into it’s inky briny.
As we travel further into the depths, my throat burns with thirst.
I allow the chilled liquid in with hopes that it will relieve my discomfort.
Bubbles explode from my mouth like silent screams.
I trail them with my eyes, and watch them run to the surface.
As I sink to the bottom, I take one last look at the crystal surface above me.
For once, I feel at peace with the world.
This rocky surface is my home until I have to face reality.