or maybe my blood just runs thick with water
I remain calm, cool, and collected
as my body attempts to sink into the cold kitchen floor
imagining it sinking into the ocean
with seaweed to hold me
and the water to rock me to sleep.
chest rising slowly, a heavy weight
accompanying
each and every fall
it gets harder to rise
my blood-water creeps into my head
blocks my sight
I try to stand but just fall down
a gentle hand, a kind hand
salvages my body from the plummet it just took
like a crane lifting the rubble
of a building held together
by false hopes and sheet-rock
instead of cognizance and steel
a body, a vacant hotel room
a light left on when you're not home
to make everyone think
that the house is not alone
well, it's alone.
we rise together, breath together
lay down, chests rising in rhythm
he is the water in my blood
he is what makes my blood run.
He keeps the air inside my lungs.
A tourniquet, a body brace,
life support.
He is medicine coursing through my veins.
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