How I Became The Sea

Lifeless Jars

I took some change out of my pocket today

I wanted to purchase something that would quench my thirst;

something cold,

something crisp.

The money was all I had on my lonesome body,

these pennies gave me a chance to digest–

digest, but starve.

I was starving,

But I was craving to buy life,

I couldn't save;

I wanted to spend,

But what I wanted most was a risk.

I usually get high on taking risks 

I'm usually drunk every dawn,

I always get drunk every dawn.

I bought myself a soda,

It looked more like a jar than a can;

I chugged it down to the brim.

I sensed each tensed muscle in my body collapse to absolute equilibrium

I felt each broken bone reassemble

I felt a hundred percent,

I felt great–

But I felt high.

I had given my heart to the needy

The touch to the senseless

The voice to the voiceless

The sight to the sightless

The smile to the frowning,

But I had given my life to the lifeless.

All from just one sip. 

I am now stuck in this jar,

But in this jar I stay.

I am now stuck in this jar,

But in this jar I see.

I am now stuck in this jar,

But in this jar I live. 

Is this how it feels to be alive?