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Surface

March 6, 2014
By GracieR BRONZE, Brooklyn, New York
GracieR BRONZE, Brooklyn, New York
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They scream at me

they're in my head.

I hear them down through the soles of my feet
and up out of my ears.
They wrap my neck up
into an unwanted noose
an untimely death.
I grab for something
a rope
a hand
to pull me back up onto
the surface
a gasp entails
a whisper from above
“safety”
but to me this safety is false
unwelcoming
unwanted
because what if the only safety
is within our minds
while our mind is the only enemy.



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