I'm soaked.
Drenched.
Water logged.
There's wrinkly fingers
and prunely toes-
from a wishing well's
water spilling in my head.
The waterway
pulls me down.
The drain - body blocked,
as a river
meets my ocean.
I'm water logged.
Drenched.
Soaked.
Nothing but water.
Bones of Voss bottles,
blood from Icelandic glaciers,
spring sourced
liquid death.
Apr 6, 2025
Apr 6, 2025 at 3:06 AM UTC
I'm soaked.
Drenched.
Water logged.
There's wrinkly fingers
and prunely toes-
from a wishing well's
water spilling in my head.
The waterway
pulls me down.
The drain - body blocked,
as a river
meets my ocean.
I'm water logged.
Drenched.
Soaked.
Nothing but water.
Bones of Voss bottles,
blood from Icelandic glaciers,
spring sourced
liquid death.
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