and the sun sets on a world on fire

and the sun sets, and the dam begins to break under the pressure. the world is changing and so am i, and i am awake gasping from the wet and i come out of the water. as the world begins to wake. again. the cycle turns. we turn. towards, away. the world is breaking. i refuse to break. take my hand, come with me. you’ve been drowning so much longer, my eyes are finally open under the waves and the dam is breaking, can you tell we’re about to fall? what happens when we hit the ground? i don’t know. i didn’t feel okay coming out of the water until i could open my eyes within it but we’re still here, drowning, red and scalded from the rush of the heat, i swear, we didn’t start this fire. the water is boiling and the damn is breaking. are we breaking? of course we are. we keep screaming and the ones filling this bay just tune us out. this water is red from the blood, gods only know how many corpses it took until this dam would overflow. we’re going to fall, and hit the ground and what of the corpses? what was hidden under the waves while we were drowning? you can only open your eyes so wide until the salt forces you to shut them or join the corpses at the bottom. how many of us drown chained to the drains? how many of us fell by circumstance, how many of us were birthed in these bloody waters? this world is turning, away and towards. i am forcing my eyes open to the salt, and i try not to scream too loud. we should keep screaming. because when we go silent, when the world finally hushes, you’ll listen. because that is the sound of rushing water, and the dry outside world’s horror seeing our drowned for the very first time.