What It Means To SinkA Poem by ohsogracefulwater fills everythingWater seeps into
everything. I practice origami, Folding myself smaller
and smaller, but I’m surrounded. The thought of oxygen
rips my chest open and salt makes eyes
useless. sweaty palms and cruel
fingers push me down. I used to resist, but with every panic filled
movement I sink further. each wound from uncut
nails paints my cage red. I have to stop the water, To find the sun, and evaporate my grave. © 2017 ohsogracefulReviews
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Added on November 27, 2017Last Updated on November 27, 2017 Tags: sink, depression, water, sun Author
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