themes: anxiety, trauma, longing
i used to think i was made of water
eight years of life away from sea
waves lapping against my amber skin
the ocean urged me to come home
but even as water brings life
it also comes to destroy us
there i was thrashing around
begging for my life one more time
i once swam faster than i ran
now here i lay sinking below
eyes burning lungs screaming
i never went back to the water
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aftertaste || poetry
Poetrythe words left in my mouth after the pain came, stayed, and left
