Above My Head
The rain pours.
It pours and pours.
Buckets @ a time.
And naked here, I sit.
Sans coat, sans umbrella.
It's cold.
I can no longer discern my own shivering beneath the pounding of droplets from the dark mass hovering above my head.
I'm in a room that begins to fill.
The flood water inundates my mind.
My levees aren't as strong as they used to be.
They've broken many times prior so their hinges have loosened.
The room fills to the brim.
Kissing the ceiling, I inhale my final breath.
Descending to the bottom, releasing bubbles as I go.
Seconds pass.
No panic.
Airways open and water intrudes.
It's over; concern dissolves and the pain is gone.
The dark cloud above my head has finally taken me and I'm immeasureably glad it did.
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