I am floating in a sea
a lake
an ocean.
My face out of the water,
Ears under the surface, hair fanned out around me,
Lips blue from cold.
But under here, the water beats with a steady rhythm.
The constant quiet of the deep blocks out emotion.
The cold seeps into my mind, and I fade away.
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Pastel Pain: A Poetry Collection
कविताA collection of poetry I wrote when I was at my worst, my best, and everything in between. This is from before I needed trigger warnings.
