My debts
Are a boulder tied to my chest
An anchor that holds me under
The rocking waves
The awareness of never tasting
Sweet oxygen again as my
Lungs tighten around the saltwater
Makes me cry into the already endless sea
My debts
Are a boulder tied to my chest
An anchor that holds me under
The rocking waves
The awareness of never tasting
Sweet oxygen again as my
Lungs tighten around the saltwater
Makes me cry into the already endless sea
MFA in Creative Writing. Sideshow performer. Award-winning filmmaker. Retraining racehorses for lifelong adventures.