Sponge

How much can I soak in
and walk, try to walk, drag?
I can't feel my legs.
I can't feel my head.
Every thing so loud,
so bright.
I can hear but I don't want to.

My eyes must shut now.
Shut. I must go sleep.
I must never wake up
lest I cry;
lest I get scared;
lest I see.

I often dive
inside.
Through my mouth.
It is fun to float in.
So cold. So dark.
Alone. Liquid.
I slide swiftly.
And then jump out
gasping for air.
I don't even let me drown.

She could help
and I want to hear her sing me to sleep.
Forever sleep.
This must happen quickly.

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All things cold and Biprorshee