Asphyxia


my hands are cold, and I am
drowning.

at least, I think I am.
I'm fairly certain I'm
dying,

but then, aren't we all.

I can feel it.
the water, I mean.
my nose feels stuffed and my head
hurts

just a little bit.

I can feel myself
beginning to let the water in.

oh, sweet release.

you taste so

sweet

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