Bend as a Bowe and Breathe

[Poem]

Breathe, they say, like air doesn’t drag daggers with it.

What are you doing?

😊 All you have to do is breath, they say, while you’re underwater.

Breathe in—breathe out; you better learn to swim, boy,

words tickling your ears, while you're underwater.

Breathe in—breathe out; think gray and you're body

fills with black noise, while you're underwater. 

All you have to do is what bitch?  All you have to...

breathe in—breathe out, you better swim, they don't give a fuck what you learned

while you're underwater and all those words tickling your ears:

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breathe in—breathe out 😊 breathe in—breathe out

breathe in—breathe out breathe in—breathe out 😊 breathe in—breathe out

sound more like:

😊DROWN DROWN DROWN DROWN 😊

😊 DROWN DROWN DROWN DROWN😊

AND YES
                                    (you're still underwater)

DROWN THEM, DROWN THE VOICE

DROWN DOUBT, DROWN THE NOISE

OWN THEIR POWER OWN YOUR VOICE

breathe in—breathe out and

(you’re still underwater)

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😊 You want me to be tracing paper transparent as if your eyes were dark pits
not able to tell the crumbling papyrus; tale old as mind.

If one believes mind is all there is, 
                                                                 then
it doesn't matter if you're underwater as long as you have time.

Hey can I rub salt on your wound? I'm a nurse (kind of) [not really]

I mean well 😊 
                            I see you're underwater, and looked at the forecast
and well, hope you like rain 😊 

Don’t pay attention to the pretty packaged smiley headshot clean boot licking bellybuttons, better yet, please don’t yearn to be one.

Self Loathing and Misery walk into a Mirror House Maze.

Misery goes left, which leaves the other to go just right.

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Introducing 'PABLO, MICHELIN POET'