swallow the flood

the water laps my knees 

and everything is fine

i drink away my sorrows

in vodka and wine

the water up to my thighs now

things swim and bite my toes

if I bleed, i do not care

if I can't see, it's not there

the water rises and rises till my belly

the hollow filled with calories and lies

the machine in my gut complains

but I let the water rise

up to my neck in this now

floating, forgetting to swim

the water makes its way inside me

and i let it win.

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there is no point in writing a poem that would not kill you if it stays unwritten. this one is for the void.

Wishing for the Seas

They say the cure for everything is salt water
Tears, water, or the sea
Because I would not go to sea
Won't the sea come to see me?

Would the waters rise in this city
Till waves lap on my feet
Small fish eat the dead skin
While all around me people swim

I want to breathe the ocean air
I've heard it's pretty fucking lit
But I won't get out of this room
Poseidon, just get on to it

Send me a wave or a thousand
Let the cars float on tides
For when the water rises
It won't take anyone's side

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My heart flooded.