Reach

Posted on August 11, 2014 by Catastrophe Jones

Drowning.

Going down.

The last light
in the top of the world
going out.
Reaching up,
one hand,
fingertips slipping
below the surface.

Away,
away,
remembering the taste
of laughter.

About Catastrophe Jones

Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.
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