by J.L. McKenzie

Created on: June 11, 2010

I wonder what it’s like to be underneath

An ocean wave that’s gray

It looks cold and sharp

Thin and smooth, like pain

The froth at the crest would cap my head

And the salt would coat my lips

Would my skin become blue?

Would my fingers feel the icy solitude of my watery grave?

I can almost feel drops of water

Clinging to my eyelashes

Filling up beneath my skin

Distending every space

Submerging myself with one step off this edge

Losing consciousness fills me with dread,

An indescribable terror

But also fascination

What will it feel like?

Will I know it when I sink to the bottom?

So far down,

That my blood begins to crystallize in my veins?

Sometimes, I want to die in a warm embrace

Burnished woods

And a golden sky

Surround the bridge upon which I stand

Murky depths that claim my life

Tangled weeds would choke me,

Glide down my throat

Gently ripples made by the wind

peaceful.

Leaves,

Oak and maple,

Fall on my face

warm.

Gold turns to black.

Love turns to sadness.

Life turns to death.

Say nothing more

Jump.

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