With the Current in Empty Echoes

This tired fish can swim no more.
Floating down the hungry rapids
that would love nothing more than to wash away a dying piscean.
With scars on my skin, the river has entered my bloodstream.
As my unknowing heart pumps the foreign fluid through my crumbling arteries,
and back through my bursting veins.

And then this growing heart will explode.

So listen to this stupid fish, who thought he could swim against the current.
As these chapped lips pucker and gasp for air.
I could not reach her -

but I tried.

02/25/2009

Last updated January 26, 2019