Drowning in the Submarine

heavy burden laying on your chest,

trapped under a sixteen-wheeler, screaming but not a sound comes out

a grin so fake you have to believe it;

suffocating, crushing, everyone’s eyes on you;

do this, do that, come on, the clock is ticking;

do something with your life before it’s too late;

you might die young so amount to something, why don’t you;

become president at 35;

write a best selling novel at 36;

do it, do it, now, now, now, come on, don’t you hear that?

that thunder piercing your eardrums? that booming, that clapping, soon you’ll see the lightning, frying you alive

you’re awake for every second of it, feeling your insides cook and boil and burn to a crisp, your favorite chocolate cake in the oven for far too long--ruined, ruined forever; chuck it away and never open that trash can again

is it growing louder? that thunder? are you starting to sense the rain?

that booming growing louder and louder and louder and louder, until--

Christiana Noll is a senior. She plans on majoring in English, and hopes to become a writer in the future. Writing is her passion, but, you know, so is Netflix.