11-24-15 zero days clean
I'm trapped underneath the surface.
All the sounds are muffled and far away.
I'm isolated, all that matters is me right now.
No one else exists.
I'm slowly, gracefully, sinking further,
Begging to hit the bottom.

Everything is blue here.
I'm not just referencing my queen; it's all literally blue.

Chlorine sticks to my hollow bones.
I'm all alone here.
This is where I'll die. Am I okay with that?
- (m.m)