cascaded checkered carpet in a janky hotel room
play tricks on my eyes and they blister
inside the thought of blue,
twist me and pull me out to sea,
marring the vision i thought i saw
a trembling self-image crumbles
made of sand, it had no chance
the torrent climbs the mound
surpassing expectation,
twists me again, upside-down,
and i fear the swim
can't get past the waves to the calm
on the other side, and i let the waves
become my breathing,
a natural machine,
my mind slips away
and tonight, i realize, tonight
with my own hand
i could die.
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