my world is a bowl
of stained glass
holding an ocean of words
that choke
and drown
words that gain weight
the deeper I sink
and they crush
rip the air from my lungs
while I thrash
and gasp
reach for fractured light
but my fist is empty
and I descend
mouth agape
like a fish
in silent scream
and the water
drowns me
taking my
ephemeral life
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