Against This Current

Noah

Water cascaded over a fine line of hardwood scares my breathing to retreat.
Glass dividing the world outside cracks and divides itself.
The cloud over my head short circuits the machines along the walls.
My clothing soaks, weighing me down into the current below.
Muscles tense while my eyes are blinded by the liquid.
Until finally the anchor in my chest pulls me under the flowing waters. 

  • Author: Noah (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 17th, 2018 22:08
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  • Reyas

    The words you use are perfectly chosen, it really empowers the mood of this write.

    • Noah

      Thanks reyas



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