Drowning

Floating in the flotsam of disco debris, I lay my back over the surface of life like a blanket. I will float here until I drown, counting the pennies children have thrown into this pool while their mothers gild the pansies. Eternal life floats just beyond the permeable boundary of our haphazard existences.  Gossiping in tongues about the glitter coalescing into a disco ball in the shallow end, I betray my inner glitz. My name is Temporary. My name blew away in a typhoon. My name is Fictional. My name parties on boats and falls overboard drunk. Sinking feelings sidle up to me, pressing down on my core.