Your River
Panic washes over me
As I submerge under your words
“Weak” enters my nose
And infects my anxious brain
“Ignorant” floats around my flailing body
as I grasp for the open air
“Nothing” burns as it travels down my throat
And fills my once oxygen filled lungs
It takes hold of my limbs
paralyzing my now lifeless body
Your mouth created this river
The river that held me down
Your mouth was supposed
To hold me close
But it was the one
That made me drown.
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