Amy Huffman
Echoes of drowning
constrain my thoughts, stain
my fingers finite. I have only one
identity, and it is terminal. Velocity
pulls me deeper. I pray
my eyes will open before my lungs
forget how to breathe.
Illinois State University's Creative Arts Journal
Echoes of drowning
constrain my thoughts, stain
my fingers finite. I have only one
identity, and it is terminal. Velocity
pulls me deeper. I pray
my eyes will open before my lungs
forget how to breathe.