Water

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

One thought on “Water

  1. Loving this, my love…
    “Unfocused blue of grey and glum” … fuck yes… so good…
    Loving on your late night poetry…
    πŸ–€πŸ–€πŸ–€

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