The broken flourescent light cracks across

Its transparent shapelessness

As it washes down the eight assorted pills

Down his throat

Like a small waterfall

Crashing against an unwilling stream

Whose never-resting surface

Survives on the falling, meandering mood

Of the teardrops above

The world his mouth was

Bubbling, foaming

Like the sea, the never-resting sea

Crashing against the cracks of his lips

Of which his breathing

Will never give rest

Even when his body has finally rested

In the depths of that glass of water

colored by the eight assorted pills of the sky.

For this prompt:

You’re at the beach, lounging on your towel, when a glistening object at the water’s edge catches your eye. It’s a bottle — and yes, it contains a message. What does it say?

Photographers, artists, poets: show us WATER.

I haven’t been able to write prompts recently since I was hospitalized for four days due to my mental illness. No phones, no Internet. It proved to be good for me, although the psychiatrist was something else entirely.

Now it’s back to school and to the hell of a life I live. 😛

3 thoughts on “Drown

    • It has a slight connection, but it isn’t the cause. It’s a bit weird really; I had to be confined just because the doctor said so and he was going to run some tests in me.

      Anyhow, I’m glad you liked it!!!

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