deep pressure

sometimes i think i love too deep

the kind of pressure only a mollusk would know

or whatever it is that lives 40,000 feet down

people seem assured by the shores but

that seems foolish to me

to never wonder what lies beneath

the quiet crush of time and salt

beautiful dangers lurk under surfaces

facades give way to rot and decay

in this mushroom sort of way

soft blooming ruin

but maybe that's too much of a paradox

maybe no one loves and hates the way i do

i'm drowning in myself

forgot to bring a life raft

oops.