In the body’s last attempt to breathe
it gasps a quick few times
out of instinct
a revolting breath
lung submerged underwater,
breathed the sweet life at the bottom of a seabed of blood
fed the oxygen to a boiling pot of anger
and laughed out of bubbles
levitating and fleeing me
escaping from the realm of tears to the sky
I tried to follow them
but my legs are tangled with hairs of seaweed
and my flesh mended with the bones of whales
my soul is too heavy to go to the sunlight
so I’ll drink the ocean dry