One With the Liquid Gold

Liquid gold, salty and fresh,

Swallows me beneath.

My eyelids and

Blank pupils

Worried underneath.

Rolling in the creamy blue,

Dissolving into the abyss.

The gurgles around me, in my ear,

The conch shell beside me could hear.

Blind to the thick soup,

Limiting me, the gravity also dissolved.

But this was unimportant, since

It has tied me, strangled me with itself.

My arms go up, to the surface, air,

Try to move my head there in despair.

Last seconds to save myself,

I thought,

No, this is the end.

Then I sense yellow warmth,

Penetrating the skin on my face.

Engulfing me, evaporating,

Thankfully, I’ve reached the air.