#sometimes series

Sonurge week day 4 snack

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I gave them a blanket to warm up

it's as though the sky were actually the ocean floor and a trap door opened

the weight of all that water

I can't get any air into my lungs and all that's buried goes deeper still

two nights ago I wrote a drunken poem

when I awoke, I could feel it

I had left it sitting open on my desk

the torrent that had poured out was still vibrating off the page

it terrified me

and when I finally read it

well,

I miss the person

I wish you would have been

I know you could have been