Sunday, September 21, 2014


I'm sitting behind Antarctica
Pretending that my eyes are
Waterfalls and the shower
Is crying but maybe all
This water will make the
Darkness wash away
Maybe it will cleanse me
From the disease that
Keeps me from the calm
& prevents me from rest
Maybe somehow in a twisted
Way I'll be the one to
Get swept down the drain
And pulled toward the ocean
Free waves
Crashing but not bruising
Breaking but still whole
Maybe I'll learn how to
Melt without losing myself

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