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drowning [poem]

it’s like the fog has lifted
and I can finally breathe
listen
I can hear my own pulse roaring through my veins
the Nile during the flood season
and it never stops
sometimes
the crashing of these emotional waters
fades into the background
friendly white noise
sometimes
all I hear is waterfall violence
and little else

Author:

bookdragon, poet, witch

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