Drowning

I need a life preserver
because this boat
has holes.
The water
tickles my toes,
climbs up my calves,
clings to my clothes.
I can feel it rising,
reaching
towards my breath,
to take the last thing
I have left–
my voice.
I’m drowning
in this imaginary sea
hopelessly waiting
for rescue.

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