In the end, unwound and desperate,
the cold head of the match gone dead,
you are being drowned in darkness.
Hands clutched and compressing around your neck.
Pushing your head down under water.
Waiting breathless for you to stop struggling.
Lie like the lilies of the pond.
A scattering of placid black pads in moonlight.
Those romantic notions.
Breathe the air you release.
Finally set free.
Lanning Lee 