I walk on the

Water that drowns

Me,

And it's only

A matter of time

Before I'm pulled

By the water

With its forceful

Arms,

I sink and I sink

With my mouth

Being washed with

Water,

Calling out, bubbling

Like a fish,

Yet it's the water

That fills my throat,

Possesses me, and

Makes my body its

Own,

Until I am a whirlpool,

And the water within

Me stirs, conjures, 

Until I spin out of

Control, and consume

The fish with my

Whirlpool, as my arms

Made of water, 

Flay turbulently until

The seafloor is revealed

And the water, in its

Dizziness, flies away.