bloated and blue
staring vacantly
at a far off object I failed to perceive
the shriek of the terror of the frigid water
now remained frozen on your lips.
I watched you skate towards the gaping hole.
I didn't care to say a thing.
I didn't know you couldn't swim.
the loneliness of life without you enveloped me
and I desperately searched for an answer.
thinking of nothing else, I went to the edge,
teetered over the smooth glassy surface
and placed my lips to the cool liquid
I drank.
I drank even after my stomach felt like
it would burst if I continued longer
long after my lungs screeched for air
I drank until I heard the slurping noise
that sounded like heaven's angel's singing.
You sputtered, came back to life,
trapped under ice
and consumed me once more.
you opened your icy arms to my hollow soul
and swallowed me into the blackness of your mouth.
Someone once said
"If you know someone who tries to drown their sorrows,
tell them sorrows can swim."
They were wrong.
Sorrows can't swim.
