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Jul 2012
The rising water splashes.
      It covers my knees
elbows, tired skin;
     it takes the weight

as i float in the heat
    and my own filth
and these stark white
    walls engulf me.

But no one stays
   as the water drains,
as the weight comes back
   pound by pound

Inch by inch
    you remember how
heavy your mind
    and your bones can be
as you’re slowly pinned
     to the floor.
Chelsea McMahon
Written by
Chelsea McMahon  San Antonio, TX
(San Antonio, TX)   
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