into the pale grays,
past the opaque gaze,
through the drizzled entity.
snow flurries collaspe,
and fade into the pupils,
pupils - dilated with black ocean waves.
inside, the menacing tips of fins,
circle and circle and circle,
in such a dark sea.
I've been here before.
I've been here before.
Yes, I've been here before.
always and almost lost in fading black,
i hang onto wires as they snare,
the water droplets seeping into my soul.
and everytime I almost fall.
but when I do,
i tear into the velvety black,
and collide into a silver lining of cobwebs
and then.
i am trapped for good.

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Inked Coast
Poésiea series of stanzas embodying the simplicity of nature. [cover design by imploding-hearts]