Mer-
sinking sinking Sinking Sinking SINKING SINKING
disappearing in the blackness, in the coldness, thinking
i can feel my fingertips dissolving, my feet are not quite real
there at the bottom is a sickly, comforting appeal
Copyright © Zachariah Rodgers | Year Posted 2016
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