Flip flop. Flip flop. It was nice to feel more important. I feel cheated, ironically. Back and forth, another tug of war with opposite thinkers. Tight clothes brings men, they say, but why would I want to suffocate myself only to be suffocated more? I want a comfortable man to myself. A fresh but warm silk love. It's gone now, bringing it all back down to the wet sand. All I can think is imagery. A cloud of sediment rises up in the water as I drown and then begins to settle, just like in snow globes. I was a ship, I was a woman, but I've been brought back down to unfound treasure.
It's lonesome at the bottom of the sea.
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