inhale
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Still and silent
I float in the deep blue,
the ocean is my master
and I its slave.
Heels, check.
Face, check.
Glasses – better leave those here – check.
It doesn’t matter if you have blemishes from those who’ve shaped you;
you are beautiful- lean and tall,
getting thicker as my eyes travel down.
You can't suffocate me
'Cause I will inhale more than you know
Keep trying to pacify
And feed the demon inside
The hunger and lust exist
For a reason beyond the truth
every exasperated sigh
is a painful reminder
of how unhappy you are here.
I cringe when I hear you
You are like a machine on its last run, ready to give in at any given moment
