Down, down into the icy dark. Crystalline beads on skin form. Above me, entrance, and exit, closed tight. A crack brought me here to this watery tomb. Had I listened to friends and signs, I might still in sun reside. The numbness grows, my sight fades. The last of air drains away. Why'd I stray? Was it to impress new peers? Or to earn a kiss from Suzie Dear? The cause is small in the abyss. I feel my heart slow. Now, I fear, it's time to...
… Noise and clatter wake my gray matter. A room, white and bright; someone yells, "Fight! Fight!" Beeping and hissing are far at first. Is this my fate or a curse? No, no. Not Judgement Day. A hospital is where I lay. Safe and warm, my eyelids close. Rescued at last, now I doze.
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Until the next wormhole…thanks for reading.