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river i
by Aaron BlairThe insects hover low above the brackish waters,
sometimes skimming the surface,
sometimes disturbing what lies beneath.
I know the taste when I open my mouth,
when my lungs are flooded full,
but I can't reveal the truth of it.
I can't find the air the scream needs to function.
The kingdom below mirrors the one above,
only the glass is broken, the image distorted,
light bent as it pierces fluid, fractured.
If I go deep enough, the dark will find me.
The closer I get to the horror, the less I'll have to see. 04/01/2014 Posted on 04/01/2014
Copyright © 2024 Aaron Blair
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Dane Campbell on 04/02/14 at 09:08 PM I have been trying, for days, to write about the creek in the middle of the woods behind my house. I cannot. I am an abysmal failure for all seasons. |
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