I expected to sink
But the air in my lungs decided against it for today.
Passivity pressing and constricting against every passion I fight for
The miserable uniformity of every moment I spend in this liquid prison
Unexpectedly reminds me of
Who I am.
Deceptive, my mask as it is seen from above
Tried to consume the reverse of my scalp
But there are no secrets there.
In between each minute passing,
I know that they mutter I was too quick to jump
I released the chains swiftly from my hands
And easily rolled to breathe
A prison, I turned into a meditation
The discipline to think so wonderfully of the world
Is all I required from myself.
About the Creator
Ruby Red
Heya friend, I'm Red!
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A Love Forboding
The chipped stone slope caused unbearable footing. I slid, skirting on my heels. I cast my shield, relinquishing my guard to stay upright. Left with my double-edge and a prayer to the maker, I skated toward my objective. The earthly stubble gave way to solid ground. I found myself restored, a trail of dust in my wake.
By James U. Rizzi6 days ago in Fiction
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