what do i say?

a well is deep, shallow, and low

filled with water beneath the sun

push me down and i will die

drown in its hangerless grip

the gray stones will taunt with a climbers hold

and my fingers will reach out to touch

the water will fill me

like the gurgle of salt water on a sore throat

ill blubber with pleas and grasp my fingers fruitlessly

at the stupid climbers hold

and then ill forget

why im fighting at all

the water is warm

and the bricks are so tall

my legs know how to kick

so ill doggy paddle

floating

infinitely

floating