Spat Out
I came here from the black lagoon
I’m a self-aware creature
I know how much I owe
to my squeaky
brightly colored
rescuers
I saw my opportunity
when out of nowhere
a bunch of strings
dipped into that murky water
I didn’t think
I grabbed them automatically
somehow I knew
call it instinct
that if I held on tight
those helium balloons
would be able to lift me
my grip was hot butter
holding on to the beautiful
slippery bastards
bit my palms hard
next thing I knew
my head breached the surface
fresh air is a feeling
I’ll never forget
I still remember the chemical smell
I had grown accustomed to
everything changed so fast
my only regret
is that when I got dropped off
my fall left me stunned
so I didn’t get to thank my saviors
I wasn’t even able to
watch them float away