Placid water
rages, swelling
fifty-foot
tsunami waves,
eroding brittle
bones and
feeble minds
by smothering
repetitive
breathing,
altering my
ego.
Boiling steam
blisters skin in
rising degrees,
causing moshing
molecules to
brutally burst
boiling puss
out from
spouting
geysers,
three-fourths
emo,
just like
H2O.
Chris Butler is a twenty(3)-something nobody shouting from the Quiet Corner of Connecticut.
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