this octopus has nine arms
whyohwhyohwhy does it have to be nine
i hate nine, it's an awful number
the slimy tentacles are dripping blood
they reach out for my
find their way around my neck
ican'tbreathe
they're choking me to death
i knew i shouldn't have swam this deep
i knew i shouldn't have ventured this far
into the dark ocean
i've been drowning for so long
i've been s
i
n
k i
n
g
so deep i don't even remember which was is the surface
i always thought the water pressure would crush me
but no, instead i'm going to be choked
by an octopus
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BURN (Wattys2015?)
Poetry"Poetry...is thoughts that breathe and words that burn."--Thomas Gray "Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash." --Leonard Cohen Poems on the tough stuff in life. Poems on the crazy good stuff in li...