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Dec 10
poem 4 comments
fran.cesca

d r o w n.

tempestuous oceanstorm, i owe you my heart. 

my heart my lungs my warmth
though my rib cage,           (for which i have no key)
is locked, 
but

part my lips, past teeth over tongue
please tear through my throat 
rip my windpipe , claim your home there
replace air with raging saltwater
as i sputter and writhe

shred your name into my tensed muscles 
command your reckless torrents through my hair tangle knots in every strand strangle me with these golden tendrils,
decorate the matted mess with glittering pockets of oxygen torn from me in a 
final 
helpless
scream

take me back where you(‘ve always)      know(n) i belong. 

and at last, my debt has been paid.
 
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Posted: 12.10.17
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  1. serenamae2020
    Dec 18, 2017

    Yes yes yes!! This is astonishing. The imagery you have so flawlessly incorporated into this piece is simply stunning. I have no words for the beauty you've created.

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  1. fran.cesca
    Dec 18, 2017

    thank you so very much !!

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  1. semacdonald
    Apr 09, 2019

    i still love this poem so much!!!!

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  1. fran.cesca
    Apr 09, 2019

    thank you shannon!!!!

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