#the fish patterned mug my aunt got me for Christmas
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04/01/25
you are swimming through the walls of the chapel. I am cracking my knuckles in the quiet house. bubbles in the stained glass, you are breathing in the water. I am twisting my hair round my fingers. I am sitting in the dark. you are gasping and twitching on the floor of the last pew. it starts snowing when I hold my breath. the alter is a glass tank full of salt water. I am crawling up the stairs on bloody knees. there is only so much prayer. there is only so much song.
#poetry#poem#original poetry#original writing#hey there long time no see#trying to write more in 2025. which is still a fake year#to me#things this was inspired by:#an upstairs church in my childhood best friends home town#the fish patterned mug my aunt got me for Christmas#the fact its snowing in my uni town but I am far away
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