fluttering
flailing
trying to
avoid letting
the waters
grow stagnant
as the mold
grows in
blooming
latticework
on the surface
just above me
obscuring the
beams of
golden illusion
as the silt
settles heavily
over weary limbs.

sufferwrite
rinserepeat

it becomes
impossible not
to jump at
shadows as
the cataracts
blur my vision

fluttering
flailing
trying to
flush clean
water into
the puddle
in which i
suffocate
slowly as my
gills flare
in a septic
solution of
sultry delusions.