The floods had risen
over the curve of my skull,
and I took a last breath before
plunging under
with a familiar startling cold.
I lost my direction
only to turn back into the room
from which I left before
and remember for a second
the feeling of what was forgotten.
And there was the distinct feeling
that something had been stolen,
but they returned to the house
to find everything out of order
impossible to rearrange and note.
Maybe, there was mercury
around the folds of the collar
poisoning the clarity of thought,
but I no longer remembered,
eyes closed, nose held, tensed,
under water.
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Once, We Lived | Poetry Collection Completed
PoetryA collection of poetry from the high-school years of an semi-angsty teen with too much time on her hands. This is an exploration of the different facets of life and the perceptions of a teen of the 2010s with a knack for words. Warning: contains con...
