These Things I’ll Be Before I Die
My body is a mirror of melody,
For every C modulating to G major
my heart drops into my stomach:
a stone sinking into the sea.
The first note comes crashing down
and I’m shipwrecked on an existential island,
gurgling as the last pockets of air slip away.
Harmonies wash over me in waves
that push and pull my soul
into a state of perpetual motion.
The pain swells, hot saltwater
drips from closed eyelids.
I am a ragdoll caught in a tsunami.
I fear death, but not nearly as much as
the all-consuming sadness.