two minutes at the bottom of the ocean by insomniaplague, literature
Literature
two minutes at the bottom of the ocean
i open my eyes and the room is underwater
a refraction of light--
a trout
tail flicked & then the sediment settles
like dysentery, this narcoleptic soul
to pulse, spin
into a paralysis of the
no--
this is the pressure that creaks in my bones:
this is the space between my mouth and my mind
& the few centimeters between my ears are pulsing
with the things I cannot get to my hands
but my head is not a fucking ocean:
it's a flaw in chemistry