the bends

Abora

8/29/18 12:53am

 

glug, glug, glug

poison in the tub

dead grass

wet air

pulling out the rug

 

tic toc

months of wasted time

beached fish

holes in my chest

where my fist was

 

tap, tap the glass

wake up and move my gills

i’ve drowned before

and definitely swore

to be stuck out at sea

 

i see dead reaches 

tendons snap

and i do not move much

an impossible object

and an immovable force

i need to buy more soap

 

 

  • Author: Big Swifty (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 29th, 2018 00:03
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 11
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