Silk

I'm made of another substance.

I'm made of silk.

I slide to caress and let 

myself go.

Falling down I don't do noise,

because I lay me down on myself.

As the fabric does.

Made up of thousands of threads 

sorted in a perfect plot.

I unravel one by one when I want

be different from myself.

Instead.

Sikness is all

I don't care about you.

I get sick of you.

Air bubble

You're the air bubble of 

my drowning.