This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at TAMU chapter.
Down, down, down I sink,
past the worms and the ants and the beetles,
the milky-eyed rodents and fish;
down past the grass’ reaching stalks
and the ancient, tired trees’;
down past the grave of the woman before me,
of her mother and her grandmother
and the other sunken bones of their legacies;
down through the centuries and battles
that no one cares to remember,
through hunching spines and shrinking brains,
teeth sharpening, eyes dulling;
down, down, down I sink,
weighted with spare change and exhaustion,
and when I reach the bottom,
down in the dark before eyes were invented,
finally, finally, I can sink no more.