I am drowned.
My heart expands as if preparing for flight, but doesn’t lift off. And now in its hush, like the beatless whoosh of a planing bird’s spread wings, what I have done swells. Greater than the very sea we’ve drowned in.
I am drowned.
My heart expands as if preparing for flight, but doesn’t lift off. And now in its hush, like the beatless whoosh of a planing bird’s spread wings, what I have done swells. Greater than the very sea we’ve drowned in.