Drowning

when i drown, the riptides pull me in and then push me out, bellowing, and i, like an echo, reverberate, colliding into others until i finally reach the shoreline. sometimes i am merely a whisper, my words muddled, and sometimes i am the wave crashing in.

what is it about people that makes the letters coming out of my mouth trip and tumble. is it their masculinity, femininity, androgyny. is it the way they carry themselves or the way they hold your gaze, as if the longer they stare, the more they peer into your soul. time seems to stand still…

Standstill

My mind sends its message And my voice gallops, Suddenly coming to a halt at my lips. And it stops unable to reach its full potential. It┬ástops at my lips Because it’s terrified of your eyes, So wide, So vivid, So real. It’s scared to be heard. It falls short and just crumbles on my…