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.