Sep 2020
and on those
nights
the waters grow
still and
there is no flow
all thoughts
become one
and they
don’t spread
they burrow
toward the
bottom
where the
dark creatures
swim
I could drown
it would be
so easy
nights
the waters grow
still and
there is no flow
all thoughts
become one
and they
don’t spread
they burrow
toward the
bottom
where the
dark creatures
swim
I could drown
it would be
so easy
