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Anchored
September 22, 2011
As the currents pull me out,
I feel your hands on my wrists
Pulling me down
And under.
My lungs are failing.
My lungs are failing and
I’m sinking deeper and deeper
In love with the culprit, my murderer
With his ocean blue eyes.
Suffocating.
Intoxicating.
Destroying me, and
I lust after his touch and
Sink,
Deeper
And
Deeper.
My lungs are failing.
My lungs are failing and
My heart is still beating.
My eyes-
Still staring into those ocean blues.
The sand: my grave.
A dirty coffin for a lustful life.
He was all I wanted.
I’m anchored down.
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