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Pressure

I slip under with a cry

and am lost to the depths,

sinking ever deeper

into the blue

as though bound by

ball and chain

 

What I pass on my way down

is not glittering schools

of fish

or the benevolent

sea turtle,

but a circling, snarling

mob of responsibilities,

a sight more menacing

than even

the most cadaverous

shark

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Written by
claire-mcculley
20 / Cisgender Female
Published
Mar 28, 2014
Lines·Words
17·60
Tags
#worry#anxiety#stress#responsibility#pressure#deadlines
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