Dipping,
dangling the stone in the water like a hook
trawling through the dark and the deep,
through the holes shredded in my soul
through the murky river bed below,
and pulling my carcass gently into night,
never losing grip of the rope even as the water fills my mouth.
dangling the stone in the water like a hook
trawling through the dark and the deep,
through the holes shredded in my soul
through the murky river bed below,
and pulling my carcass gently into night,
never losing grip of the rope even as the water fills my mouth.