Friday, 11 July 2008

Bittersweet Goodbye #6: Beneath the Depths



Blank stares at the dimming light. My lungs fight for air,

but find nothing.


My hair is flowing around my face like a charmed snake hypnotized by his masters melody, dancing like a puppet on a string. My brain feels like it's about to explode, blood leaks of my chest, drifting away with the floating corpses above me, returning to the cause of their death; the sea.


The image of the glistening, murderous waves remind me of a thief's eyes at night; here to steal you away from the ones that love you most. The drainage pipes impaling my gut moves a few inches as a car collides into it, the pain is excruciating, but I am numb. All I see are my children's faces, and the thought of them no longer having a mother hurts more than any foreign object crushing my organs.


I choke as my lungs fill up with water, the water burns my nostrils as they fill up. My brain is clawing away in my head, fighting for life. The sunlight streams into into the water, I cannot feel my limbs. I stopped struggling what feels like hours ago, really they were just minutes. I don't notice the other people drowning around me, we are all part of one dying community. An underwater society of sufferers. Nobody fights, we know that in a few days, we'll all just be a statistic on some news report. In a few days, we'll all just be one of thousands of deaths.


In the secrecy of my own heart, I hope that I am the first to die. I believe the others are hoping this for themselves, as well. It may be better to say that nobody wants to be cursed with having to watch those around them dying off, one by one.


When in truth, it's more like nobody wants to be cursed with having to suffer the longest.

10 comments:

Mina said...

you and your beautiful murders :)

Joanna Superstuff said...

aww mina.
you and your beautiful face :)

YANI said...

In the secrecy of my own heart, I hope that I am the first to die. I believe the others are hoping this for themselves, as well. It may be better to say that nobody wants to be cursed with having to watch those around them dying off, one by one.


was written SOOODAAAAMNNWELL.

Joanna Superstuff said...

really, Yani? :/ i thought it was just mediocre.
but i feel good now! :D
thank youuu.

YANI said...

yeah it is cos it's like really true, yet no one says it out loud.

monn said...

this totally and utterly sucks.

:) no its amazing.
you and your deaths both scare me AND enchant me

Marc said...

its amazing how you can write about situations like you've actually experienced them.


u have a beautiful mind and an astonishing imagination. Your words just put me in a trance.


-marc

P.S. there's your comment and btw ur not anywhere near desperation :D

Joanna Superstuff said...

oh thank you lovely viewers of my blog.
Yani: True, but just cause we dont say it doesnt mean that it isn't wrong.
Mon- shut up freak. kidding! love ya, boob.
marc- oh you and your gay words. ahah kidding :P thanks for the comment.

monn said...

jo you should know what my blogpost was about?

i told you! and if you don't remember, please actually come onfuckingline so i can tell you.

love you imy

Joanna Superstuff said...

you told me already boob!