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Outer Limit


Today without question I placed myself in a glass jar filled with you. With no way of closing the jar I left the lid undone, Already beginning to sink. Without thinking I watched you ooze out, spilling against the sides. I sat puzzled as I sunk to the bottom. Reaching watching those familiar parts of you slip through my fingers. There was no way I could recover the parts of you dripping to the outer bottom of the jar. Never once did I think to breathe
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Kewayne Wadley

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