1727 c/o Natalie Chin

witching hour

i am in an aquarium, submerged in a glass box with no air to breathe. and you are on the other side, in the world without water, breathing and watching. here i drift, trying to adapt to water-filled lungs. my body does not work the same way. slower motions. i am unsure if it is the physical effects of staying here, feeling my hands drag across my own skin, or if time itself has slowed down. i forget what i want to say most of the time so i float towards the surface. but there is no surface. only more glass, and you on the other side. it is impossible to drown.