Lost Bubbles
The sky held a darkness that hung heavy over the world. Like a thick blanket keeping you warm on those cold winter nights.
Small bubbles escaped up to the surface, the otherwise undisturbed water rippling from the disturbance. The moon’s gaze being the only one who paid attention to the vastness of the ocean.
The water held no malice. It just was, under the moon’s pull and the gentle breeze that danced over the soft waves, untouched by everything held down below.
The gentle heartbeat of life was like a pressure against my ears, although I couldn’t tell if the heartbeat was my own, or if it was the soft throbbing that I felt coming from my chest.
My gaze drifted to the red cloud moving through the ocean like smoke dancing in the air from a cigarette. Another pulse coursed through me, my body twitching for just a moment, breaking the illusion of weightlessness for just a fraction of a second.The silent current took me like the earth danced with the sun, gravity keeping it all going by a fragile invisible chain.
The red clouds twirling in the moonlight thickened, that sweet metallic liquid dissolving, forgotten like a distressed tear left in stormy weather.
My vision darkened and blurred, the throbbing overwhelming my senses for a final time before I felt my lungs relax in the cold embrace of the ocean’s indifference.
As I watched the last bubbles that marked my end float to the surface, joining the warm summer breeze like a whisper that tickles your ears, I closed my eyes. Letting the darkness behind my eyelids envelop me like a comforting abyss, the last thought echoed through my skull before the silence fell over me, dragging my husk to the bottom.
