Enveloped by murky waters,
Breathing in the froth that bubbles to the surface.
Sediment and sea monkeys float into your throat.
-Sigh-
The liquid claws into your lungs.
-Splutter-
You drift…
You’re a buoy or a lily pad resting.
The seaweed clings onto your braids,
As fish nibble your cheeks,
And waves pull you towards the sun.
