lungs begin to spasm.
aching for air.
haughtiness and pride keep their cries from being heard.
no sign of letting up.
diving deeper.
deeper...
until they refuse to try... my lungs.
these lungs are me.
i am drowning.
i was drowning.
and these waves have me believing that i will continue to drown.
drowning. deep down in your twisted words.
i am drowning.
and robots, as far as i am aware, do. not. drown.
"i am drowning.
ReplyDeletei was drowning.
and these waves have me believing that i will continue to drown."
"and robots, as far as i am aware, do. not. drown."
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Mm, good imagery. You wrote this really well. Great job.
Hang on sis.
ReplyDeleteI love real poetry but it hurts to read.
Robots don't drown. Great angle.
ReplyDeleteI hope you keep swimming. Let me know if you need a floatie or anything.
I really liked the ending.
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