Fume
I am underwater. Eucalyptus steam
fever dream. Catfish bounce
on cotton clouds & my chest
is a nest for water babes &
a place for pollens to rest.
Rose cheeked nurses nod.
I am approved.
I am checked in.
Nasal soothe.
They say the air on this planet
is too much for me. I see how long
I can hold my breath for. Intubation.
Inhalation. This is a nightmare
nurturing my paranoia.
My throat has been filled
with soil. Ideas sprout up
to be crushed. Staticky hair
is brushed
in synchronistic waves.
Somewhere else,
a rescue is delayed.
I am veiled. I have prevailed,
but I’ll never be the same.
I am renamed. Emerged.
I stare at my lump
of old flesh clogging
the shower drain. A song
with French lyrics plays,
maybe in my head,
maybe for the dead,
maybe all she said
just sounds foreign
& lyrical now.
She’s floating
toward the ceiling
& I don’t know how
the warped tether
finally snapped.
I just know
she’s never
coming back.
Powerful stuff 👌
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Thank you for reading!
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Impressive and a bit psychedelic!
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Thanks!
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Woah.
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This conjures up the image of a bathroom in a psychiatric ward.
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Spot on.
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Lyrical AND chilling. Fantastic. ♡
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Thank you, Sun ❤
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Definitely one of your more evocative 😢 🤗 xxx
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💜💜
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A disturbing poem written in a wild idiom so apt for the themes of pain and suffering!
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thanks
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