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327th Weekly Poetry Contest honorable mention: Drowning

by learningpoet

I flooded my body.
My organs did the dead man’s float
downstream, my brain too
waterlogged to grasp that
my heart gasped
for a grip on rhythm

I drained the septic tank and
sang in ceremonious sacrifice;
I marveled in the thrill of being gutted.
My blood ran from thick and hot
to an icy pink diluted solution,
cells hyponatremic and bulbous.
Sore, seething, and secretly starved for

a submerged victim rescue to
throw me a line,
grab me by the chest,
pull me back
to the surface, flip me
belly side-up and
breathe life back into these lungs.

327th Weekly Poetry Contest