a taste familiar to the tongue.
it rolls around and invades,
souring breath and clamping jaws in muscle aching grip.
it is shouldered devil and biting pain,
forcing an absorption of self
that cannibalizes, gnaws at, erodes.
swimming these dark waters shuts eyes, asphyxiates, ends.
... but what is it feared?
what is it trapping us?
what sets us free?
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Friday, March 10, 2006