My eyes flicker open to darkness all around me, I am usually not a light sleeper but perhaps suffocation is enough to coax someone from their dreams. I can taste the salt on my cracked lips and I feel the chill of the deep surrounding my sore body.
My hands are bound together making my escape seem irrational. Still I try to bring myself up with my legs. The space above me is so dull that even the smallest hint of light would bring hope to my heart, but I see nothing. I can only feel an absence of oxygen & taste the water slowly seeping in, as I struggle to free myself.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Incomplete thoughts.
PoesíaA collection of words that convey incomplete stories from my mind. Some mere sentences, some paragraphs with misplaced conclusions. A fragment of a picture.
