18 | Linguist | Anxious resting face
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Written By: Helen Grant
April 4, 2015
Where were you?
I called out to you
Up through the blankets of water
Watched the tearful bubbles rise from my lips and disperse at the surface of the night
At the murky pit of the day.
I curled my toes, sluggishly
To propel myself back to the safety of my waking seconds
I felt the ache push through my legs and up my stomach and into my chest
And smother my shuddering heart
Until it thudded its final thud
And the electricity fizzled out pathetically.
I heaved open my eyelids
Prised at the floodgates so they could let out the rush of the panic
And the water and the pond weed
That filtered the light
And turned it