Pulling.my.plug

Pulling.my.plug

When the black tidal wave crashes night on my skinny heart strings
And I’m sure they’ll snap with the gallows
I slap-dash round the bathtub searching for driftwood
Cursing at anchors and rough granite and grout

Breath
Find the breath

Can’t sink with lungs filled with air
Can’t drown on dry land

© Jenn Carson 2012

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