La Manche
Poem written for Creative Writing class. Topic: Drowning
La Manche
Black ice slams into my whole
paralyzing my being
blurring my vision
letting me enter the beast
blind and bound
Grotesque shapes threaten
dragging me down
to the depths of the earth
the center of darkness
The shadows morph
into a cage
torturing my mind
clouding my thoughts
erasing my life
The poison seizes my lungs
killing any trace of air
of resistance
or hope
creating
a crushing force beneath my skin
a place in my chest
to the left of my spine
unrelenting
unending
inducing
panic
fear
no
please stop
PLEASE
my muscles give in
allowing the cold to take control
freezing time until it halts
I begin to think
accept
believe again
liquid daggers begin to soothe
a calm settles
I am ready.
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Amanda Reifert
Nebraska native, psychology student, novice model, lover of the written word and all things geeky.
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