SINKING
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SINKING
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There was an ocean
I felt its tide
and somewhere,
in its depths,
a beast, stirring.
This, an inverse womb,
a dark mirror
of my birthplace.
I hang foetal,
in my own waters
the umbilical cord
around my neck;
drawing me back
and down through time.
I am being unmade.
There is no ocean.
Only a feeling of
Sinking.