Drowning
Drowning
Her loud struggle has gone unheard.
Her trachea asphyxiates, gasps and prays.
Her hypoxic hand looks out for ways.
Alas, all of her deeds are waste.
She swallows blobs of brine everyday.
Inhales the salinity they bred.
Her fragile lungs defunct well.
She knows her fight won’t dwell.
She gulps it all, ready to give in.
Her numb heart slowly aches.
Her cold feet paddle to tolerate.
But,
She’s slowly engulfed in this drain.
Over and over again.