Into the Abyss

A little deeper and she’ll lose the light. At first
the surface is just touchable - shadows that might be clouds
or birds in flight… She sets her face to the skim

to get the last of the world she came from, some slight
sense of voices fading as she slips
from almost-day to almost-night, grey-green shading

first to blue, then more than blue, then to a blue never seen
by anyone but her, and that slow drift into darkness set to sever
all that she owned or wanted, all she had ever been.