Geyser

It was as if the world had shot up around me,
like a series of interconnected geysers.
I was walled off, caged in, unable to move,
and totally aware of my doom, my fate.
It sat in front of me, giggling like a child,
grinning like a sinner. 

Strange how unexpectedly
life turns out how you expected it to.

Now it is my turn to drown.
I am a sacrifice to the tsunami, a meal
for the tidal wave. If I stand very still,
I won’t even know what hit me. My lungs
will fill with liquid and burst. My body
will be broken by the pressure of the fluid.

There I will remain, crushed and limp, like a rag doll
whose slight smile beams with too sudden knowledge.

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