Oct 2021
Like a stone in the ocean,
Or a drop of water
In glistening oil,
A hole begins to fester.
Deep within my core,
The inching shadow grips my fears,
Throwing away my desires,
And beckoning my tears.
Or a drop of water
In glistening oil,
A hole begins to fester.
Deep within my core,
The inching shadow grips my fears,
Throwing away my desires,
And beckoning my tears.
I have no title for this. It’s definitely dark. All of my work is at this point. I’m in a tense national competition and today’s the last event. I don’t know know my competitors are doing because I can’t actually see them compete. But based on how well I think I’ve done, I have a chance.
