Now an awful dream
anemones growing
out of my skin
how the subconscious
processes drowning
and I watched
cells dividing
to herald more
arrivals two
four eight
the biologically
plausible nightmare
of a scientist
deep deep in
sleep and under
water.
OPTIONAL POETRY 
This was chilling and mesmerising! I love the part where you break off the verse at: “…herald more” and then continue: “arrivals two/four eight…” It establishes a sense of forbidding and a hypnotic rhythm which perfectly compliments the dividing cells. The ending, too, is excellent! 😊
This whole poem reminded me of a short story I read in The New Yorker called “Challenger Deep” by Marina Keegan. Really recommend it: it’s available via Google search – just like your poem, it’s got a similar sense of tension and building terror underwater.
Awesome writing as always 😊
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