I swim through it every day as
my memories create waves…
knocking my heart,
numbing my soul.
It’s deeper than the ocean-
Deeper than the blue azure, vulnerable like gallium
The blues in my heart makes
my blood turn dry.
Freezing, failing to float above
above the humongous filth under me
I need a seine to fish myself out..
Lest I drown, handcuffed, helpless.
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