Knowing that the plunge
Will come, the certainty of it
Plucks me bare
Aloft, still wet here in December air.
Each wind-soughed stir
Of this wooden frame
Creaks that the waters will have me again
Only a question now of when
And for how long they’ll keep me under.
NICK BLACK’s writing has been published in literary magazines including Train Lit Mag, Entropy, Jellyfish Review, Anti-Heroin Chic, (b)OINK zine, the Lonely Crowd, Spelk Fiction, Open Pen and Funhouse.
Image: Tobias Dahlberg via Pixabay
