if you came to me..

no one else sees this,
this fear, this same moon that gathers.
the tentacles of countless lenses.
the fate that brings another day.
illusions different for the same twisting eyes,
searching endlessly to count the surrounding fish,
to embrace sudden asphyxiation.
water below my toes, and under the skin,
stretching from my arms to my teeth,
inaccurate, immense.
choking, stripping thoughts of the palpable, of the concrete.
obtusely exhaling tears into salty water,
and then the improvised last goodbye.
if you came to me,
i would still drown.