this wave
this wave
this wave inside me
rushing through me
taking over
consuming me
this consumption
tearing at me
eating me alive
piece by piece
I’m falling
I fall
I fall into this gravitational pull
with no gravity
closer and closer
and with each tug
grows this sensation
this sensation
this sensation consuming me
like a wave
rushing inside and all around me
tearing me apart; eating me alive piece by piece
but i am saved
this savior
perhaps a handsome prince
here to wake me from this dream
this nightmare
this nightmare taking on a new direction
look from your perspective
everything is changed
this consumption has taken over
I have been caught mid fall
this sensation is everlasting
this savior is mine
my handsome prince
and I,
a queen
in this world of two
where I love you
this love is true
this love
this love of writing
of expression
a new world of joy for those eternal moments
moments shared in this microcosm of macrocosms
this escape
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