There was a man

In the process of drowning

With a face painted in terror

While another person

Threw great wide coils

Of cotton candy rope

A salvation solid as a cloud

Handfuls of hope

That brightened his heart

Then dissolved like morning mist

Beneath the rising sun

Person laughed and laughed and laughed

With each joy murdered

Man flailed and flailed and flailed

“WHY WON’T YOU DIE?”

“WHY CAN’T I LIVE?”

And they’re still there

Screaming and drowning

Hoping and hating

As the waters turn pink