speak for myself

 the water gets deeper our boots just get wetter
 as we wander through this swamp of words made
 specifically for these few seconds.
 the muddied language reaches for our waists
 and starts to touch our fingers tied like wire.
 in a few moments i can't see our hands anymore
 and i'm not certain i'm still holding you.
 the overwhelming sinking feeling never bothered us;
 but maybe i should speak for myself.

Reviews

Loving the metaphors. "swamp of words", "the muddied language reaches for our waists". Brilliant. Where do you get your inspiration from?

[No]

godamn.
do you give lessons?

[Chloe Madison Taylor.]

I think your my favorite writer.

[Face In A Crowd]

Bravo! You rock the house! Your writing means something and people want to listen to you.