Like

the tide is creeping in and

I’m stuck knee deep in sand 

watching it approach 

Like

I am breathing in 

the last of the remaining

oxygen in a

bubble getting

smaller 

by the 

minute

Like I’m 

running slow

on a highspeed

lane

like I’m falling into

smithereens and

tasting

disaster 

on my tongue

like you used to say

“they’re all going to laugh at you”

and I don’t remember what comedy thats from

 

 

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