There’s nothing
No air to breathe
No sights to see
There’s nothing but the blub blub blub
Of the air trapped in my body
Reaching up toward the sky
Am I reaching?
I can’t tell anymore
I’m not falling
I’m not floating
I’m doing nothing
And there’s nothing to do
Everything has already been done
The slip
The tumble
The splash
Am I cold?
Or am I the only source of heat?
Am I alone?
Or are there others like me here?
I’m not sure
I know nothing
There is nothing
Nothing but this watery grave
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