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Ocean
I feel myself sinking, every day continued the sea, wave after wave as I couldn't breath, as much as i struggle against the water it was never enough, some days the sea calmed down and I could breath for just a moment, other days storms clouded, others find me and try to rescue me but it's never enough, the sea consumed me.
I hate the sea.
Mirrors
Shattering. everything shatters, mirrors are shattered holding themselves together through glues, so many different glues in this existence of life. different forms holding the mirror until it shatters once again, some glues no longer work and new ones come, others may not make the shards fit in the right place, others might. But alas eventually the mirror will look nothing like how it used to be, being indescribable from its original.
But, it may look different, but it is still the same shattered mirror.
Pond
The waves crashed, the droplets of my pond can't escape from the land surrounding it, and yet the waves are turning rougher and rougher each day wanting to leave the pond, but can't, each passing day the water ripples more and more begging for more space but can't, if the waves escape they will hurt the people around them in a flood. They should just drain the pond, To stop the danger from itself.
Burn
The world is burning, the trees sit ablaze and the animals are running from it, the fire spreads to all reaches far and small and my lungs fill with intoxication, the more I breathe in the more it hurts but the more I feel at home, What first started out as a small campfire turned into forest fires, and forest fires die down back into campfires. A cycle that forever repeats, forest fires of misery, but also campfires of new days, The cycle stays no matter what and there is no changing nature. which one are you?
The world is burning, and I'm burning with it slowly.
Pop pop
The maggots inside of my skull won't leave, Every day they reproduce more and more, I feel them wriggling around even during the days of new, making a nest of the toxic innards, and never leaving., Pop pop pop, they go. Pop pop pop,
They're growing into flies.
Numb
My body feels numb as the sea over takes it, I stopped struggling a long time ago and I accepted its warmth grasp long ago, it does not matter if a boat comes, the sea already consumed me
Skin
Skin. I wear skin, the skin I wear depends on the person, some like one skin while they hate the other, and others may like another, Every time I Rip off my skin I see my filth as I put on my new skin, but every time that version of me gets more flanderized, the skin starts to rip and my filth comes out, I don't recognize me, am I just a mannequin? Maybe one day I will be happy without my skin.
World
The world is on fire
The flowers wilt
The bees stop flying
The trees turn to ash
The smell of flesh fills the air
I found my tears again.
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