Not The Alarm

The Drabble Ditch

Everyone would be happy to drown in hot waves

That flood our kingdom

But our palace doesn't crumble.

It elevates us.


I wouldn't mind your type of wine sloshing in my brain

And numbing the tendrils of my sea creature heart

So that I may welcome suffocation

And would beg to be engulfed


It's a rodent you smash with your fist

And a shuddersome itch I shake from my arm.

Hours in our paradise poisons the spring

and I jump from a ledge at your command.

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