Was It Freedom?

HEAVEN LUCIANO

It tasted like metal. And for the first time I struggle to find the surface of the water. Arms outreached but helpless as they feel like a boulder pushing me deeper and deeper into the water. Again! I struggled to even open an eye that once exposed me for getting high. And as I feel the gaze of another, I wonder “was I betrayed by my lover?”

With my one good eye left, I see the window cracked but I knew it was he who thought I was trapped. The freedom they must’ve felt but only if I was awake and truly with help… Again and again a boulder on top of another Heavier and heavier as each one smacks against the water until I’ve reached the bottom completely and in undeniable horror