I slipped on a rock by the ocean
and fell down below the surface,
to the silted, still, below.
I sat swathed in the dusk
of a bottomed sea,
foaming from the cracks in my skin,
the dark places the water blithely pried into,
like fingers, wriggling, and ripping outward.
frolicsome in a sunlit drape,
suspended like playthings from worn out
I sat on the floor in silence.