Underneath the blanket
The oxygen ran out so I had to come up.
I had to throw off the blanket,
The color of corals and the mistrals of the deep
The unbreakable blackness
Where shrimps hide
In little crevices of soul
Limpets cling to skin and fish swim through
Lungs filled with black, tarry water.
Come up, come up again
Touch the skin, check the pulse.
Breathe in all the impurity of life.