sitting in an empty
swimming pool
wishing there was anything
to fill the void
around me
but there was only you
sitting across of me
wishing i was dead
i was silent,
you were screaming
ball and chain kept me still
your scream turned to full-on laughter
filling up the swimming pool
i drowned
fastened the shackle
around my ankle
you stared,
told me a story
of a young woman
who was once
living her best life
until she became
addicted
to her own void
and you told me
you were mine
YOU ARE READING
Beneath The World
Poetrya melancholic born writer who once turned to self-destruction for comfort.
