Jan 2021
I struggle to stay afloat.
the setting sun turned the ocean into blood,
as I stared at what I'd done.
bolting awake with a cold sweat,
staring at my sheets soaked red,
hastily wrapping gauze around my heart.
my clock blasts out a torrid scream,
as I try to keep my thoughts asleep.
the setting sun turned the ocean into blood,
as I stared at what I'd done.
bolting awake with a cold sweat,
staring at my sheets soaked red,
hastily wrapping gauze around my heart.
my clock blasts out a torrid scream,
as I try to keep my thoughts asleep.
I had a rough week, full of dreams I didn't want to have and thoughts I couldn't stop. This felt appropriate.
(Trans)
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