I'm rad.

High waisted red dress pants.

Stripped crop top. 

90's chunk shoes. 

70's suede jacket with the faux fur trim. 

I am FUCKING glorious. 

I walk amidst you.

And I lose traction. 

I swallow a stone

and sink. 

Sink.

Sink.

Sink.

Cover me in crustaceans.

Let me fill with water.

I won't catch my breathe this time. 

I am blue.

I am raging toward you 20 feet tall. 

I am rolling in and out. 

The moon is my girl

and I'll serenade her tonight.

Sweet is this sorrow. 

And I a song I've sung. 

But half asleep 

and half in space.

Now the words,

sharp,

crisp,

pointing.

Close your eyes,

breathe your wave,

tingle

and sink.

◄ Vessel Building 101

Trust in me. ►

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