not cut out for this-
Your siren echo is fading into the surface of the water you have pulled me into
as I sink further down.
I have a few precious moments left
before you pierce me again with
that trident you call Care.
I will not flail into the darkness.
we once were of this place
and our memories still feel the pull
gnawing in the back of our mind.
That reptilian brain
poised to strike
and turn what we fear into nothing
You haven’t really ever asked what I consider myself
and maybe its for the best you don’t.
Fill those blanks in yourself like you have.
Just know that the flash of feathers
you seem to expect
might be more than that