Sinking
I am sinking—into darkness, I cannot—fill my lungs with air. Deeper—I am going, swallowing my death, Sinking ever further down—into the depths. I am cold—my hands turn blue. My heart is ripping from my chest—with every single breath. I feel—suffocating silence, Pounding—in my head, My arms—feel like lead—I wish myself unsaid. My struggles—cease—I know no more. -Rachel Beachy