water sodden
as if that fluid calls me back
to Earth;
back to that vacuum.
Oh, respite!
Garments heavy
pool around me,
fanned out as a bird
in flight beneath the surface.
In one final act of beauty I cease.
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About Me
- jamesmollenhauer
- A 20-year-old gay boy living in San Diego who enjoys Diet Coke and awkward silences.
You should look into Arthur Rimbaud and Walt Whitman. Classics, I can't get enough of them.
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