its hot in my room, and humid, and there are not enough clothes to take off. and i just feel...ill at ease. as if i had a bad dream but cant remember it.
i dont know - but i do know that my pitch-black swimming pool, totally indistinguishable from the abyss that is my backyard at night, is weighing heavily on me. Its just looms there – in the corner of my eye – from every room in this damned house. and night after night, she slips silently beneath the surface - beyond sight, beyond sound, beyond reach.
the woman who eventually breaks the surface is not the woman who sank beneath it. this woman is just the husk she fled - hovering quietly in what might as well be the sky. Face down, forever.
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