everyone # 7 000 000 008

vines growing around
slowly up your arms and
into your eyes
it is a distant ache,
your body is so numb
and alive it barely
resists. there are too
many other things to
feel. thrown to and fro through the ocean,
darkness,
waves,
you can hear the sound
of whales and dolphins call
hundreds of kilometres away.
you give in. the vines
are rippling twisting bubbles now,
giving in. it spills from your
eyes mouth and nose, it rises
while you sink.

wash over

wash over

wash over