my well

flesh entombed in the dark, unyielding deepness
wrenching the beat, encumbering the sweet

swimming in the shallows,welcoming the stench of tomorrow's past
every breath, a labor. every smile, a kind of pain.

where there are no words. where there is no solace, although alone.
just the shell holding me. just the transluscence haunting, taunting the depth.

the color is none to be seen. where the rain does not kiss the sun.
the place of want but there are no sighs. not a sound, not even my cry.
not even my scent.

the I.