every nerve is charged,
static. my bones feel heavier.
i swim underwater-
catching air in my lungs.
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there are holes in the water
and i catch the light in
a prism.
i caught it for someone
but it's always july in this
ocean mars.
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words punch me, gnaw at me
and leave me awful.
to them, these words melt
like butter over their tongues
but i can't even swallow mine.
they stay over, and
i watch myself hiding from the
things that make me up.
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i miss oxygen.
Comments
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I miss you!
this was positively gorgeous.
"i caught it for someone
but it's always july in this
ocean mars."
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