Drowning in the sea of ice-blue happiness,
Eyes red with salty subliminal sin,
Agonisingly angsty algae like a blindfold.
The dull thud, the loud roar fills my ears
Dreadfully disturbing whispers,
Like sick slimy tentacles.
But all I can hear is the sound of your beautifully melancholic melody.
Opalescent alkaline water
Through my nose to my throat
Down the wrong pipe.
Like a fish my mouth opens and closes,
A ringing silence of realisation in my ears.
Bloody tears mix with sweet water,
Rage joins hands with joy.
Sore throat and alamort lungs
But live live live goes my treacherous heart.
–Shriya Agrawal