The Parallel
A swishing, swallowing sea surrounds me.
The soothing sways of motion-
Rock my feeble body.
My breath grows short-
As muscles contract-
I await the lurch.
A desperate-
Dying-
Force-
Compels me-
To the end.
A relentless wrench-
Rips-
My screaming, writhing life-
From the only world I ever knew.
Now I sleep.