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)
- Published: August 29th, 2018 00:03
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 11
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