vitriolic

Published November 13, 2012 by 51percentawesome

Uncomfortable in my own skin

He moves inside me.

Standing at the edge of the ocean, running backwards to avoid being sucked in
by the waves expanding edges

Dimly realising, there’s nothing behind your wall, except more walls; there’s no crack, or edge, or way around to something more
substantial.

Teetering as feet sink into sand.

Under clear starry skies, Words garbled by the ocean I’m freaking out

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