The rain

Today is a day of excess. I can’t even see the lines the water is so deep. I’ve become a bird flying in the sea to catch fish, a woman who can’t walk in her own heels. Water is coming out of places I didn’t know water could come out of. Drunk in undercover garages, sipping engine oil, passed out. I don’t even feel like I have anything to say anymore, but I keep talking to myself.

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