Clawing for the surface
I gasp as you drown me.
Again with the drowning?
My lungs can hardly stand it as
power etiolates me til I'm nothing left
Just a sponge that soaked up too much of you.
Swollen and dripping. Needing to be wrung. Needing to run.
From the ineluctable prose of your presence. Goes on and runs errant into the ocean that drowns me with the pressure from the weight of words falling off the pages of prose
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