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Writer's pictureTin Can Poetry

Sink- By Joseph Marshall

The only mountains I've ever seen

Are the contours made in my duvet 

The joints of my figure form a ridge

Tumbling into a wasteland either side


The only sunlight I've ever seen

Is the paled dawn through my curtains

Their creases carve canyons of shadow

Prison bars to contain my expectation


The only water I've ever drunk

Is the sound of raindrops in my ears

Pelting the rooftops outside my window

If only it'd wash in and flood the room


Into my mattress I can sink

Into the darkness I can sink

Into the abyss I will sink.

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