Morning Cereal

I sit

and

pour my

morning cereal.

I sit

and think,

and

pour my

morning cereal,

Golden squares

toasted in sugar,

falling from

a box.

Taken from

a place of

comfort,

put into

a cold

ceramic.

Not a second

to breathe,

drowning,

and

sinking.

Submerged in

milky thickness

unable

to move,

to fight.

Left helpless,

to wait for

a knight in

shining armor

to be picked

up and

to be

saved.

Waiting for

that silver

suit.

Waiting for

that outreached

hand.

Waiting for

that electric

touch.

Lifted up

is freedom near?

Turn around

only in

fear

with only

darkness in

the distance.

Melting away

into the

thickness that's

surrounding,

wishing it

would all

end here.

Awaiting the

painful crunch,

the dizzying swirl,

and

the deafening screams.

But,

all it was

was over.

I sit

and think

and

pour my

morning cereal.