Drowning

By Bandaru Vaathsalya Sree

The light through the water

As thin as paper.

Naught a help, naught

A memory reaches my finger 

Faces blur in my eyes

Like their names in my mind.

It does not hurt me anymore

The body forgets to resist.

The weight lifts, up and away

Till I’m feather-light

Like skin wrapped over bone.

Water does not catch,

It consumes in deaf whispers

slipping into lungs,

Choking my memories.

The water’s chilling embrace,

Buries me deeper than those buried

Yet I’m alive.

Falling down.

But down is not a direction

It is forgetting

Drowning into a soft collapse 

There's no fight left

Only a beautiful ruin of a surrender

The intoxication of nothingness.

By Bandaru Vaathsalya Sree