Writing

Bubbles rising higher,

Multiply through the sky,

Focusing on each one till they merge into

One big sphere.

You say it was a misunderstanding,

Shielding from the light, I wanted to finally ask

The consuming revelations a question:

Why me?

But all they ever do is chuckle these

I stand still, confused,

My eyebrows furrow as they stands in front of me

With bright smiles.

The air lights up with their presence, 

Dancing in the sun,

Down is the pool and everywhere are the eyes,

Both consume but only one can lie.

An oasis to some is water,

But he feels its heart.

Too loud it thumps,

The remembrance of my body betraying me,

Trembles my slewing stomach,

My rib cage crumbles at each ragged breath,

With warm flesh dragging against the moist air.

sewing soft stitches in unnerved unsteady lines 
still new at old practices, still young as the thread winds 
around a needle’s head, through the almost-fabric like 
skin.