Lettuce is always green, or so it seemed.
The water is getting much deeper now than it was just hours ago.
There was little sound that he could hear when the dust blew and the rocks fell. Darkness was the only visible entity as the walls caved in.
The foot pinned to the floor has quit hurting. The whole body was numbed. The only truth to this time was a rushing pulse and the memories playing in his head.
Funny how jumbled thoughts masquerade as truth when the water continues to rise. Panicked screams echo back to you in your helplessness. Funny how the faces of your children dim as the water continues to rise.
The water is much deeper now than it was just an hour ago.
Pinned against the coal, elbows begin to rise. There just isn't enough strength now to submerge them.
Funny how tears help the water to rise. Rippled pools form as they drop from the eye.
Slivers of wood poke at the chin. An occasional splash laps water to the lips. Funny how hope seems to remain even then. Coughs echo like screams in the darkness herein.
Strains to be free are futile at best. The water now covers keeping the mustache wet. Cold dust mats itself on the faces hair. In just a little time he will no longer be there.
The water is much deeper now.
Eyes open wide and arms flail to reach the surface. It is though if only he could grasp a handful of air. The little held in is now all but dioxide. An exhale will sever his ties to it there.
The splashes have ceased and two hands bob the surface. Calm and smoothness have replaced the splashing waves. Funny how hearts sink when reading of such lostness.
Lettuce is always green, or so it seems.
Copyright PsychopeteÓ 2003
