Drowning in this pool
of sticky ink I gasp
for one more word,
my breath bubbling
to the surface
in fragmented syllables.
Quickly, in my time of dieing,
I reach for pen and any
available surface on which to scribble
this barrage of emotional thoughts,
all pulling me in a trillion
different directions.
1 month ago
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And what a beautiful barrage of thoughts come bubbling out of your mind:)
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