Water Works

So I’m standing there in the sewer, and I can feel the water trying to burst through my neck. I’ve completely blocked the hole, but there is this pressure to step aside and let it flow. I am only just taller than the hole but the pressure almost drags me down, eye to eye. I belong down here, I think; I feel safe. In the dirt in the dark, occasional visitors approach but I propel them away. Lured by my smile, that momentarily lights up the place, but as they get closer and the water pressure digs into my back, I dismiss them. It is something about them that doesn’t belong here. Blame it on them. 

This goes on for years. Visitors inching closer and closer, my muscles tightening as I struggle to stand the heavy onslaught of water. Occasionally, the pipes diversify their tactics by producing wee nudges of water. Attempting to disguise their attack with playful pokes hoping to uncover a breach. A bit of fat loosely covering the circumference, not thick enough to stand firm. My skin clings on as brown rust smoothers my back. Digging deep into me, leaving their mark. Plenty of marks, though; my entire body is covered in them. A pattern. New interactions ready to become old calluses. 

So, I’m standing tall, but today is different. I’m at ease. The water only has to prod, and I know I’ll step aside. But, If I walk away, we will both get drenched and then when you leave, how will I get the water to stop running? I can handle the pain in my neck, but I’m no fucking plumber. I’ll either drown down here alone or with you. I don’t care how clean the water is; it will be dirty to me. No, I’ll stand rigid, and you’ll be on your way; you’re too sensible. 

Days have become indiscriminate now, and the visitors have died down. Just me here, holding the line. Sometimes I even let a little bit of water break free. Watch it peruse the tunnel, returning exhausted to my feet with an empty basket. After a couple of prison breaks, I focus and get back to my schedule. A rushed security check shows no breaches, but the water is flowing. I feel it cloak my face, and I panic. Too much pressure. 

Cheers