It's like ocean pushing into mammoth walls of bricks,
Seeping through the crevices into threads like alienated blues
Drumming down your spine after every conversation 'till you're sea-sick,
Crashing through muscles to pearly bone and let loose
Water bubbles, popping in your lungs, ocean-salt tears scraped down your cheeks
We are the monsters that perch on your neck
Clawing your arms for mercy that you cannot keep
Attacking at every shuffle of the deck––I am your being
I am what shoves down your breathing,
I'll take away your dreams and
Soon you'll forget and you won't come to me
When you're finally happiest at sea.
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The Book of Fantastical Confusion
Poetry"The most important thing, darling, is to live a fabulous life. As long as it's fabulous, I don't care how long it is." - Freddie Mercury Art, madness and poetry--whatever more could you need? Highest Rankings: #1 in poetry #1 in midnight thoughts #...
