A Fish Without Lungs.
The oxygen mask
steps over my mouth
like soft frog's feet
and breathes into my lips
sticky with blood.
And I cough up pale white pills
like tiny frog's eggs
sticky and ripe in the dark.
The air tastes heavy
like pearls
and vapour drops.
Waterlogged
I pray
for gills.














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Those Oxygen Masks, but smothering at the same time.
like tiny frog's eggs
sticky and ripe in the dark"
Amazing imagery.
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It's here, in the sleeping drops, and uniforms of silk
~Karen Knight
Our wishes are for Bill
my band: [link]
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It's here, in the sleeping drops, and uniforms of silk
~Karen Knight
Our wishes are for Bill
my band: [link]
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It's here, in the sleeping drops, and uniforms of silk
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Our wishes are for Bill
my band: [link]
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