fully dressed
woman poolside
reclines
lounges into ache
considers
escape routes
as shadows press themselves
beneath the sun
submerges
roils within sanguinity
foresees
exit’s bloom
as versions she will be slice
through clarity
gasps
curves to turbidity
contemplates
sullen weight
as gravity holds its own
on endings
retreats
flees to inundation
papers over
death with insanity
as heedless witness ushers self
unto waning
woman poolside
fully dressed
shoes filled with blood
listens for the signs
of drowning
La la la … also, if you’ve read FIGHTBALL: DYING OF SUCK and have not yet left a review on Amazon?
Do that.
Thanks ever so much.
Kris
Each verse is a different story…or slice.
Multiple readings lead to multiple endings.
And so I read it again.
I like that thought. It means exactly one thing to me, this set of words … but I like the thought that you see various meanings.
I like that very much.
This makes my heart race with doom. Again with water references as beautiful as it is scary.
And I think it’s a bit weird that the ending feels hopeful to me. Listening is good however bloody one may be.
I would just perhaps point out that listening for signs is not the same as listening for sounds.
And doom is never simply doom … there is always a next that arrives.
beautiful words, as always
Thank you very much, Madison.
Me
Oh dear. We are concerned by this one. Nothing rash. Chill. Goosfraba.
I adore the distancing effect of your royal “we.”
That is all.