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[writingonmyskin]

lost in transition in transative
verbs i've fallen beneath the
world i'm lost between that split
second unseen where night and
day actually meet where they shake
hands and greet each other as old
friends would
it's under the ice always looking
up i am trapped isolated and filthy my
insides bloat keeping me near the
surface but the ice...
it's the ice that keeps me here
so close to freedom so cold to
the touch never giving comfort strong
arming all my attempts i dive i try to
swim away with no light i have no place
to go as if just beneath the surface is
my home i am trying to run away
striving to reach for more than i
see that i am but every failed
attempt brings me closer to the end of
my air supply so i plan each further
escape route with precision and timing
that could make a grandfather clock blush for
hours and as each trial is unsuccessful my
breath shortens my muscles ache and i lose
sight of the goal the reason why out
there is so great to begin with