Pour it out, pour it down the glass.
Friday. Saturday. Sunday.
Start it over. Pour me another one.
Fill it to the brim,
So I can take a swim,
Dive-bomb, jump right in
Have you seen me do a handstand?
Or seen how long I can hold my breath.
I’ll take my last gulp of air
Fill it from the pit of my lungs
Force my ribcage out until it snaps
Numb my sight, close my blind eyes
Ice liquid swirling, clutching my limbs,
Burning my insides
Pulling me down faster.
Deliciously attacking every pore of my skin,
As it races up my torso, my neck, my chin.
Invading the air that fills my ears,
Sealed off from what’s above,
Every second I love
Sinking slowly deeper
Rushing tides brushing my face.
I look up to see the walled-off surface
And wonder do I have the time?
Or is it better to keep seeing
How long I can hold my breath.