Underwater
my mind is soaked
with tears
that will not fall
from my eyes
whose depth
betrays me
if you care to look.
i feel
below sea level
but not
deep enough
to be considered
drowning.
and yet fish still nip
at my clothes
and seaweed clings
to my ankles
dragging me sideways
and sideways again
and i spin on my axis
and wonder why they
can’t
just
break
and let me float to the surface.
for my air supply
is getting thin
and my lungs burn
with the effort
of keeping myself
afloat.
i’m penned in
underwater cliffs
and caverns
closing on me
crumbling
to make a wall
mixed with fish skeletons
keeping me from
moving
when i want
so desperately
to move.
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