Dehydrated
I am lost, isolated
Constricted by these dimensions
that go beyond the ocean's current
I am trapped inside my head.
The demons in my mind scream at me
They are as constricted as I am,
unable to quench the thirst that sends flames down both of our throats
I long for the comfort of the sound of rain
and the way I haphazardly pull the blanket closer to my chest
as the sounds above sound like an avalanche of crashing drums
I am stranded, deserted
Completely abandoned by the dry sediment between my toes.
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