Atlantis
It's a fog.It seeps in through the walls,
past the life guard,
descending on your shallow waters.
Resting itself, it cools you.
The dew forming on your cheek, its comfortable, a second skin, you let it in.
It suffocates you gently, it dips in you, forces you out and makes its way through.
You know its happening. paralysed, you just watch, drifting.
Silently objecting, hoping you win.
You go under, like a baptism, in a school pool. A sinking battleship, It caves you, pushes heavy on your chest and you take one of many deep breaths.
Head swimming, the caress of the current on your skin, the tide of your own mind,
exhale and inhale.
It pulls at you, the heaviest you've ever been, you neither sink or swim, praying in the dead sea.
It begs you to surrender to its flow.
Air so heavy but you float, suddenly submerged, you hit the sand, and come up for one breath, as salty as brine.
There's the sun, salvation, that warms you, eases its way through your perforated skin,
til your the same heat and energy.
Isolates you.
Your eyelids flicker,
Your shipwrecked in a city,
stranded on an island of your bones. An atlantis of your very own.
SOS
The ebb of the saltwater, rapping against the walls of the rift in your chest.
The creeks formed from the leaks that pour, the body a husk of the you before.
You didn't make a sound as you drowned,
instead just laid in their palms, under the trees,
open hands in the sand,
your water's stangnant, praying for the rain that never comes.
Poetry by stef lai
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Written on 2019-07-25 at 08:16
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