Under Water

One day bumps into
the next until you
are left
bruised, swollen,
at the end of the week.

From a vacant apartment
a smoke detector
screams for a new battery.
It is getting louder
as the days go on,
it is though
we are living in
a submarine
that keeps signaling
to surface,
but continues to dive
deeper.
Someone, please just
change the fucking battery!
Please.

The days just slam
into one another
and I am left
bloody and breathless
at the bottom
of the ocean.