Pull me under forever

and never let me wake again

I’m fine in the mornings,

‘till I wake up and remember where I am…

I need a blade,

to slice across the tender crease of a slice of bread,

to watch the red wine pour, drip-drip,

Soak up in the warm, crystal clear waters of the tub.

I need to hear the ringing bells,

The buzzing,

The black spots and the fuzzing,

then to feel the sweet relief,

the sweet release,

I need to melt into the waters,

let the bubbles float up to the surface,

never come up to gasp for air,

Never come up at all.

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