Mental image

There’s a reef forming in me,
deep down within.
It’s my coralline heart.
It’s my polyp sin.

Iridescent bubbles are forming
under my skin.
They’re drowning me out;
bursting within.

There’s a migration
of fish down my throat.
Their silver gills
in their gold overcoat.

I scratch and I scratch
and I toss and I turn.
There’s scabs to pick
but water can’t burn.

I never stepped in the seas
which I ached for and yearned claiming.
Why am I drowning?
How am I failing?


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