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  Sep 2017 Jaclyn
Bo Burnham
I said no to drugs once.
I looked a bag of **** right in the face
and, like a loving but firm father,
I said, "No."
I was really high.
Jaclyn Sep 2017
I stand on the edge of the dock
Dark water lit by a full moon
Crisp air, broken by the bellows of a bullfrog
I can't look away.

Black glass
Fish tails leave ripples like cracks in a mirror
I can't see myself
I can't hear you
Only the bullfrog

You step closer
I hide in the looking glass
Shattering the surface

I stand in a new world
Lit only by the moon
No air, no sound
I am trapped

I look to the surface
Little fish swim together, silent yet beautiful
I can see myself, distorted
I can't hear you
Or the bullfrog

You try to reach me
Now all I see is red
Stuck forever, under the surface

— The End —