- Vol. 04
- Chapter 12
Image by Leio McLaren
Next, I was buried deep under water dark and grey
and I sank darkly, a leaden weight gripped, dragged down by an ankle
I felt the night part and fold back over my head
and my ears rang with the tympanic surge yet death would not come.
I held out my hand for you, and your clasp was all that kept me here
your hand, until I begged you for release, to leave me with the flotsam.