Chondrichthyes

Written: 2024

Choke me as you bubble in my lungs,
pleasantly effervescent,
hung up on your presence.
Speak to me- conversation pours,
let your cadence flow
til our diaphragms are sore.

Our intentions crash
like the waves of a great lake,
a contaminated state.
Swallowing my teeth
in an attempt to grant relief,
but my belly’s getting full
and I’m losing roots to
Pull me from the earth,
dark, damp, and worth nothing
but my memories,
ideas growing colder
the more my cells grow older.