Drifting

[shanmonster]

I am a sheet of paper blowing out a high window. I am a piece of down fallen from a tree. I am a snowflake in a dead calm. Though I arch my back and spread arms and legs wide in an aqueous snow angel, I drift downward--a snowflake in a dead calm. Though my lungs are full of air, water envelops me, drawing me down to the bottom. The deep makes my eardrums a concavity. My head is snowed under a drift of white noise, and as I sink, the sky grows smaller. I have never seen so small a sky.

I am drowning, and I start to pray.

Breath percolates from me, and the bubbles push me downwards. Kelp and carrageenan caress my flesh, touching me in places where I've never been touched, sliding slick and green and russet across my eyes and across the sky.

My view of the sky is ruined by a figure diving in after me. This man walks under water; his feet kick at sky. Upside down, he reaches for me with an outstretched hand, but I am too far away.

Comments

[zombienought.livejournal.com]

This is so elegant!

[shanmonster.livejournal.com]

Thanks! I'm trying to get back into my writing groove....