Drowning

I feel like a drowning quadriplegic sinking to the bottom of the ocean, sinking deeper and deeper into your angry eyes. Bubbles stream out of my nose like hopeful bouquets of flowers bustling with life in their little round modules, quickly scuttling up over my head and far above me. My lungs are swaddled in empty promises. My voice tangled in a mesh of all the wrong words throbbing frantically to get out and hear their own chords. I feel like a drowning quadriplegic lying in the bed next to you. Sinking further and further from you lost somewhere in the wake of your storm.