July #4

I said
I am drowning
in a pool of vomit
and then to lighten the mood
said that
only the best die that way.
But to tell the truth,
I was not feeling best.
I was feeling suffocated,
buried,
in messes of my own making,
messes that I could not swim away from,
that bogged me down
and would not let me surface
to breathe.
And when I tread water,
the very movements
pull me further down.
I am suffocating,
face down,
in an ever deepening pool
of my own vile vomit,
and no one will save me.