it's intoxicating.
the voices are echoing around me
and I can't seem to lift my hands.
my eyelids drooping to a close.
Stuck in euphoria,
drowning slowly
in something sticky and sweet.
I'm in bliss
I can hear myself screaming to get up
to dust myself off and walk away
but here I lay
stuck in the motion of the current.
Am I in danger?
Wrapped around so tightly,
I can't seem to let go.
YOU ARE READING
the inevitable
Poetryunderestimate, unfold, understand. the third installment from words better left unspoken
