• _drh4nk_ 9w

    Sarcophagic dreams

    I dared, here I am.
    I came for the sun, surfaced
    from the depths of the sea.
    Here I am, almost,
    because the hatch does not open.
    I become short of breath
    in the sarcophagus
    of my double-skin,
    close under the light
    on the water surface
    of your concerned eyes.
    I can see the sun, feel it
    in my blood, it warms
    my dreams and gives them colour.

    _drhank_