Dreams End

The water calmed around me.

I'd learned long ago to end the fight.

She holds me down,
My lungs begin to burn.
I trash once,
A test.

But she is as strong as ever.

I open as the air escapes,
My lungs fill,
My body begins the sequence.

Fill.
Constrict.
Exhale.
Drift.

I stare up at her from my watery grave.

She's beautiful still.
Blonde and elegant.
Blue eyed angel of suffering.

This lake,
I use to walk this lake.

I die in this lake time after time.

Musings of an unfinished dream