Forgotten

The flood from my eyes

must be ocean water

found

from the last time

when I was at the beach

a millennia ago

a distant memory I’d

forgotten

I could even reach

how else would

it be salty?

I am drowning,

and something croons a soft song

in my ear; a siren song,

serenading me to my

death

My mind is defenseless

after being spun through a washing machine

on maximum power,

wrung dry.