The birds are fish
Because swimming is flying.
I am soaring up and up
And just as I am about to embrace the sun,
I break through the surface
Of calm.
The sunlight streams through my eyelids
And enters my soul,
Making it purer, less polluted.
I hold my breath
And it feels like heaven to have that control.
My lungs expand, contract
Like a butterfly flapping its wings.
Inevitably,
We have to sink
Which means standing on shattering ground.
-by holly boyd
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