Submerged

The thought of me scares you

I don’t blame you

The thought of me scares me too

The little things don’t add up

Am I on the cusp?

Or on the verge of a breakdown?

Red scorpion dangles whilst entangled in my long brunette hair

Red lips swell just as thorn from a red rose bleeds

I am angry

Not emotionally unhinged

Not unwell, not unfit, not stupid

Although you may have hoped.

Submerged thoughts pull me under

And the water

Is nothing more than a shoulder tap

Telling me to wake up.

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