
~
i swam the depths of amber glass
oceans of desire pulling me under
caressed by waves of whiskey and malt;
i stroked your ego with my drunken mouth
high on promises that filled my lungs
no more space for air as i drowned in you
.
but your love became a settled stone–unmovable–
pressing on my chest when you knew i desperately
needed to breathe...
and yet still you placed that heavy yoke of selfishness
on my shoulders, a toxic mantle
sinking me to the lowest lows instead
of becoming the buoy that would set me free
i think you liked me blue and bloated
i think you loved me full proof
blood laced with the high of your euphoria,
my fingers clawing for purchase in silt and grain,
dregs of battered self-esteem set adrift becoming
sediment in your cut-glass life
.
you were my vice
my addiction
killing me slowly with your poison
until i became a master at lying on
your wasted seabed
rye and salt rusting my imprisonment
as i begged to be pulled deeper
into your abyss...
.
but you cut me loose from my moorings
cruel. sudden. ruthless.
the alcohol set fire to my lungs
while i drifted beneath seas of churning foam
brine saturated in despair,
hope anesthetized
half in the living
half in the after
bleeding in dilution
as i was drawn into a riptide of grief
.
it took too long for me to finally notice the scratch and bite
of sandy shores
too long for me to remember how to breathe above the surf
retching and gasping
feeling the weight of my own self
heavy on land yet somehow l i g h t e r without you
.
i smell the hint of alcohol on the wind's sigh
before it's swallowed whole by intoxicating sunshine
i feel i've been away for eons
a stranger to this place
my lungs ache, my bones are dense
but i stretch my pallid skin
arms raised as billowing sails
turn my head toward the heat of the sun
and with upturned face,
i smile and let go
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Heather Hubler
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