Security Issues

Keeping track of every step
on the bottom of this dark ocean
wondering when I’ll hit dry land – or step off the continental shelf and sink to the depths
where the sea creatures glow with envy
at the sound of my collapsing internal organs.
Amongst the silent monsters, damned to darkness, inky and cold, jagged and old
ancient sea beasts surviving by temerity in contrast to size.
They’re long stemmed eyes
behold this mortal coil
collapsing inwardly with the force of a billion gallons of salty sea.
Crushed under the weight of knowing that an ending is just a breath away.

“Cause I’m not who i thought i was…I can’t explain” – Hains Point, Rites of Spring