sonic aspen
swimming:
you knew I loved the water
the familiar shimmer under Slavic suns
the breathless folds of blue
except this time you're there and I'm not
maybe, I'm wondering why it was so easy
maybe, I'm drinking you unconscious
I'm staring at the invite
I'm wondering if this is where it should end
I'll drown in your favourite songs
I'll float past you as if the gun isn't waiting
Did I hallucinate the invite?
If I stretch out my hand will you save me?
You knew I loved water
when does the swimming end?
when does it become drowning?
am I drowning?
why won't you answer me!?
ebon anchor