He awoke with a groan
Eyes watery swimming roll
Unfocused blue of grey and glum
He sees a wall focus first
Brown and dusty
A leak has slipped through
Between beams down the wall
No something is wrong
The water is running up…
His head lolls to the side
Realizing he is upside down
Feet bound to a rope far above
He tilts his head back
Looking up… down
A hatch is open and looks down
Down into a briny churning mess
The water below, a roaring beast
The man curses softly
Behind him a voice scratches
Like cutlery on porcelain
“Fed. We gotta keep ’em…”
He clears his throat
“You understand I’m sure…”
A loud metallic snap and he is dropped
The water enwrapping him in a moment
Loving this, my love…
“Unfocused blue of grey and glum” … fuck yes… so good…
Loving on your late night poetry…
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