Look what pain can do

travel the depths of tingle


moving in different directions 

Tentacles that feel


shock waves move undulating colors 

through soft corridors

plated to please

Loss of control is a survival mechanism 

Bubbles lift as you rise

up through murky waters

up past the sharp objects 

below where shadowy teeth

catch a glint of a

sea horse seizing hours

so close to breaking through 

Oxygen runs low

surrounded by liquid purity as

crystal rays appear from above

a plume of black ink

blots out the memory