A shell within a shell within another.
Crash! the outer shells just rent
From shadow to shadow
Waiting for my moment
My rib cage an echo chamber
My stomach feeding on its knots.
Born of our own anxiety to drown it
We give it an immaculate conception.
Our silences and our prayers
Warding off the evil spirits
Serve only to create a sense
Of things too precious to lose.
And all this time,
The women wail in the night
Their throats choking on their own fear.
The bubbles rise all around me,
But something wants to make me just stay
In this strange chlorinated limbo
Before I return to the surface.