Closer

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: August 12, 2017

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Pounding thunder

Muffled under

Muddy water

Sinking farther

Hitting bottom

Stuck in branches

Holding last breath

Dirty blackness


 

Fish is swimming

He keeps living

He's not quitting

Fearing nothing

He is ruthless

Slaps my face quick


 

My eyes open to peer through the dusty water

And green moldy glass beyond it.

 

The bottom releases me.

I’m floating like I'm falling, upwards and away.

I get stronger and reach my paws out

Towards the bubbles of my breath racing up.

 

I birth through the surface.

The ripples run away perfect.

 

From my fur water wicks

As I climb the fish tank side’s lip.

I slip

Over the edge closest to the bed.

 

As I fall my tail follows.

I land in softness,

The pillow swallows.

 


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