-The Hole-
Falling down the hole
The water filling my lungs
Until it turns to sand and glass
Choking the breath out of me.
Slowly
Slowly
Clawing my way out of the pit
Branches scrapping at my flesh
Leaving wounds
And muddy clothes behind
Wednesday, April 23, 2014
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