lungs burn,
legs ache,
you know you need to breach
and yet
you linger,
pause;
anticipate
the veil within your reach.
it's not your turn
but here you are,
again
so deep beneath the world
alas,
the dizzy heights
of waters dark
expell you to the shore.
Jul 26, 2021
Jul 26, 2021 at 8:41 PM UTC
lungs burn,
legs ache,
you know you need to breach
and yet
you linger,
pause;
anticipate
the veil within your reach.
it's not your turn
but here you are,
again
so deep beneath the world
alas,
the dizzy heights
of waters dark
expell you to the shore.
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