My limbs slide through the water
tepid waves swallow me
in a vacuum of fragile, braided reflections
as my face submerges.
Water fills the crevices of my body
like whispers. I think of your
grasping hands like loose netting
slipping over my flesh
as I sink to the bottom.
Aleathia Drehmer 2009
Published by Leaf Garden Press 3/10