Lost
somewhere
waist deep
in the wasteland
well-mired
between Babylon
and
Amityville
horrors
Cocksure
I swam
palm over fist
away from the cursed shore
until the lines
were crossed
blurred behind
sea smoke
and
one too many
mirrors
I see
just in the nick
of time
you
crashing down
on me
pushing me
pressing me
holding me
down
down
down
the struggle is real
swirling and slamming
my spine against
the cold bed
there is no air
left
here
and in that tiny
bubble bursting
moment
time stops
I
stretch
long
open
yielding
and
waive
my self
into
oblivion
somewhere
waist deep
in the wasteland
well-mired
between Babylon
and
Amityville
horrors
Cocksure
I swam
palm over fist
away from the cursed shore
until the lines
were crossed
blurred behind
sea smoke
and
one too many
mirrors
I see
just in the nick
of time
you
crashing down
on me
pushing me
pressing me
holding me
down
down
down
the struggle is real
swirling and slamming
my spine against
the cold bed
there is no air
left
here
and in that tiny
bubble bursting
moment
time stops
I
stretch
long
open
yielding
and
waive
my self
into
oblivion
Based on the prompt to explore what it is to surrender
Very dark, very nice.
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Deleteheart pounding and i can see you there, at the end
ReplyDeleteThank you for reading - looking forward to sharing this OctPoWriMo journey!
Deleteenticed me in....falling with you...glad you seemed to come up for air somehow...thank you..glad I discovered your blog and vulnerability
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