Leaden and Deadly
My leather bound
feet pierce the cold
body of water.
My weight drags me.
My hair swirls around my panicked face,
mouth full of algae
and oily water.
Layers of cloth are black and heavy.
My high heals are no longer sexy,
they are leaden and deadly.
Leaden and deadly
Leaden and deadly
They thrash, clanking corrugated iron,
my coat is a shroud and my jeans are sodden.
Flesh pin pricked and frozen
but adrenalin makes me feel on fire.
Suddenly, without control, I surface
Gasping I raise a hand
and squeeze the water from my stinging eyes.
I can see the edge.
The dock is near enough
to swim to
but as I struggle forward,
breathless,
I sense its height.
Too high for me to reach,
Too high
I can never get out,
nothing to grasp, (fuck)
I know I am stuck
and I start to sink again.
Cold black. A small light behind
The surface hints
that there is life,
acknowledgement
and power.
But it cannot wake up,
It cannot register.
It cannot turn on.
Ca Ca Ca Ca
Ca Ca Ca Ca
Ce Ce Ce Ce Ce Ce
Ce Ce Ce Ce Ce Ce
Communication is communion
Communication is communion
Communication is communion
Communication is communion
