"Surfing the surface of my thought"
It comes in waves
Trimmers
Shaking my ribs
Rattling-loose bone
Surfing the surface of my thought
Making breath shallow
It stutters
In the rhythm of my heart
Pulling at tendons
Leeching at the life found therein
Sputtering-spindling
Thumping
Flat-line
The thought of you leaving
Killing me every time
-Poem by Emily Jones
Trimmers
Shaking my ribs
Rattling-loose bone
Surfing the surface of my thought
Making breath shallow
It stutters
In the rhythm of my heart
Pulling at tendons
Leeching at the life found therein
Sputtering-spindling
Thumping
Flat-line
The thought of you leaving
Killing me every time
-Poem by Emily Jones
Peeps Bondi Beach today is so wild, the waves are dangerous, and rips and currents make it almost impossible to go swimming! I watched this girl with her flippers and goggles in hand, and held my breath thinking surely she's not going in. And she didn't, she was just enjoying the vibe, standing there on the water's edge.
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