SadSilentSobs

A Poem by ambur

Screaming

quietly

almost silently

drowning in the place

between bliss and

frozen darkness--

blue lips

bobbing

just above the surface,

just....enough

to keep me from sweet

succulent

death.

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Never heard death referred to as sweet and succulent. Sounds like a fresh cantaloupe. Probably wouldn't ask for seconds, though.

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Added on February 4, 2023
Last Updated on February 4, 2023

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