EGJ

Not to breathe...

Not to breathe but to
gulp down rain
lochs rivers
further: messy seas

Filled to the brim I drip
tingle cough
say cunt as though I've caught
a Tourette's cold

Wet feet sweaty
palms
Eyes too
watery
as wells

My texts dissolve trailing
phonemes
(they are)
washed-out ghosts
of thought [...]

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