Water, now I'm drenched
The puzzle piece this
storm has become
both in my heart &
in my head
My room is flooded,
the fish no longer imprisoned
simply in their square glass
free to swim not only
in air but
in my lungs
it's tragic to see
and across the house
my mother is sobbing,
more tears, more water.
Soaked to the bone.
Soaked to the bone.
Jan 30, 2013
Jan 30, 2013 at 9:54 PM UTC
Water, now I'm drenched
The puzzle piece this
storm has become
both in my heart &
in my head
My room is flooded,
the fish no longer imprisoned
simply in their square glass
free to swim not only
in air but
in my lungs
it's tragic to see
and across the house
my mother is sobbing,
more tears, more water.
Soaked to the bone.
Soaked to the bone.
2012
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