Vents Hidden in Verse

waters

A/N: hey, what's up? i don't think many people check this out anymore, but it's good to address the audience like there's members in it.

anyways, nattasha said: "panik" again, meaning that she's getting it out now.

written June 13th, 2020 at 11:00 A.M.

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my name is nattasha.

i like to believe
my waters are calm,
still as can be.

some occasions?
i can't help but disturb the waters myself,
seeing minuscule waves
playing throughout the surface.

skipping stones.
thoughts thrown out onto the surface
so i can observe how long
they bounce around for.

"did we not put these thoughts to rest?"
i object.

"one reprise is never enough,"
the waters spell out.

i am nothing
but a prisoner of the clarity.

it is all spelt out clearly.
the truth lies in the middle of the waters,
proud and erect,
for my eyes to see.

but as the waters splash around it,
it slowly erodes away.

soon, i will be left
with nothing but the aggravated liquid.