Drowning in a Crush

I’ve grown accustomed to embracing self-loathing that withers through my fingers like quicksand in broken glass. The sea I see from here through an ocean of tears bubbled a lake of anxiety through my bones, warming my heart in a storm of grey clouds swirling overhead.
The salty taste of her olive skin parts the sky, giving rays of self-worth through her passionate kiss.

(© 2022 AC)

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