This rush has derailed me
and I’m left with an intangible company
of shadows, inert
Like blood dropped in water
we grow weak and pale
and the scarlet impact dissipates.
If I had a god, I would pray
to be taken somewhere
far from the confines of myself.
My god would show me a place I can swim,
where the water would hold the parts of me that are left
Maybe there I would find some mercy,
they would all be washed away
Until finally I could be nothing.
Photo: Paul Bica, Creative Commons.