the water is alluring me, ironically, poetically. a bottomless pit of dark liquid and i find myself at the edge, walking in; walking farther and farther when soon enough the water engulfs me completely, submerging me and i feel free.
the voices are muffled, the light fades, my lungs burn, my chest tightens. i welcome the pain. one last suffering just as deserved. and when i see bubbles escape my gasping lips, when the rhytmic waves dance around me, i let go.
oh, how pleasant it is to drown.
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Poetryrigor samsa: n. a kind of psychological exoskeleton that can protect you from pain and contain your anxieties, but always ends up cracking under pressure or hollowed out by time-and will keep growing back again and again, until you develop a more so...
