Shimmering sharp shards of glass swim in my head,
like a chandelier fallen into the ocean,
Katrina met my windows,
and broken transparency does all but pierce me.
Weights ride like I’m their only train –
transportation only to the grave.
Burden, bury me?
Burden, bury me?
Burden, be my shovel,
and pad the dirt.
Smoothen my grave,
even out this dead piece of Earth.
The world made me go swimming,
and I dove in.
I have been diving for years now,
and the pressure is increasing.
Oxygen masks –
exchange and refill,
whatever is needed,
I’ll still burst.
I will implode.
At the end of my life, let them know.
I did not float, I dove.
like a chandelier fallen into the ocean,
Katrina met my windows,
and broken transparency does all but pierce me.
Weights ride like I’m their only train –
transportation only to the grave.
Burden, bury me?
Burden, bury me?
Burden, be my shovel,
and pad the dirt.
Smoothen my grave,
even out this dead piece of Earth.
The world made me go swimming,
and I dove in.
I have been diving for years now,
and the pressure is increasing.
Oxygen masks –
exchange and refill,
whatever is needed,
I’ll still burst.
I will implode.
At the end of my life, let them know.
I did not float, I dove.
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