Today my office was benamaurel/ Fluctuating into the grave.

She wanted  the feeling of drowning into ground, following it deeply, following it down. Deep into  still folds, dark where the life stopped, and  breath drained away.  A place where all things stopped,  a place she could stay; falling  and deepening, keeping to her self;  no longer registered, no longer carried or felt.The  Deep waters of forgetting, dark like a lake, a place where the heart stops, no longer awake..MB