Learn more about other poetry terms
Couldn’t drink enough water to calm down this thirst Tension bubbling up nice and I’m ready to burst You’re as warm as an oven, fire coming in spurts Bake up my cookie til the edges are burnt
My parched mind searches far and wide,
It's a Wednesday in November And I'm struggling to keep my eyes open I must look a mess My eyes are droopy And my hair is unbrushed I'll admit, I didn't try at all this morning
inside a passenger seat breathing in a static driveleaving rolling hills to the ocean's waveslet's slip into the sands.hide inside our skinand dive deep.
3 minutes without oxygen too deep underwater to wonder if I can get to the surface 3 hours without shelter tooth chatteringly cold and I want to go home 3 days without water