11:45 pm, Thursday, 5th April
your chest rises and falls with the pressures that press against it. Subtle movements like soft ocean tides disfigure a numbness that quietly stirs within you. A dulled shade of blue nets your insides, beautifying your tragedies. The ocean is now a part of you.
YOU ARE READING
dysphoria
Poetrysilent pleas from a heart that's been tainted blue, a mind that ripples in constant turmoil and a mouth that remains shut //
