Each poem
each message
deleted
one
after
the other.
The words don't flow freely anymore,
now slow and sticky
not flying out my fingers in their regular way.
I can't make it work
I'm not passionate enough
I already have writer's block,
now this?
I need to let it out somehow
and I found an exit through poetry
but if I can't write poetry anymore
if I can't summon the emotions
how will I get it out?
It was what, four and a half weeks ago?
sometime after school ended
I wanted to stay for the whole time
I brought snacks for everyone
bagel chips and hummus
I'm running
I'm flying
my legs move
back and forth
forth and back
on
and on
and on
faster
faster
the air is avoiding me
I run from my chaser
endlessly
Underwater
it's nearly silent
incredibly quiet
all sharp sounds softened by the waves.
Underwater
all of the loud, nagging noises of life fades into a faint murmur
bearable for once.
Underwater
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