ii. DROWNING MYSELF FOR COMFORT.
i hold a pool of blue between eyelids,
eyelashes thread over one another in a restless night
it's two am
and i poured the color of the sky
and ocean waves
draining them until they are more dry than shorelines
just to drown myself
i'm still lost searching for comfort
the warmth i once received in arms no longer in reach
but i guess the liquid death of stars
that held light behind black pupils
will keep me tucked in until you decide
it's time to return.
YOU ARE READING
what tomorrow brings.
Poetryxvii, april. (iii). you have no voice if no one is listening. © playlist poetry h.r. : #3
