Nothing stares back.
They just swim.
I wave. Nothing.
I tap on the glass.
The piercing lights that feel dark.
I press my red, tear- soaked face against the cold glass.
See me. Please. See ME suffering.
I scream…..My breathe gushes back into my face.
I know, I’ll shame you into noticing.
I’ll yell! I’ll yell to change the flow.
The death of silence.
I sit. The cold floor feels like 100 jabs of icicles.
Or is that my heart? Melting into the floor.
Sliding somewhere. To the glass. Under.
I see red.
Swirling red.. up, up, up.
I feel nothing.
I hear it.
I just can’t feel it.
Is that a scream? I can’t hear it, I feel its vibration. Yet…….. Nothing.
Why can’t I care?
I wish I could care.
Instead, I swim, I swim.
I swim. I swim. Going nowhere.
It seems ok. So I swim.