Still, murky water engulfs my body in these hypnotic hands
Bronze fingers dig deep scars into my rib cage, trapping my torso
The pain making me weep, and I wait for a chance to stop the low
Bluejoint covers my chest, wrapping around me as it starts to grow
Sludge sticking to my skin, another’s touch comes from its shadow
Seeking anything to grasp, to keep me afloat, I can't let go
Maybe I can just reach out to that branch from the pussy willow
A little change and a stable, firm grip keeps me from dying slow
It’ll keep me from drifting, but I still feel the pull of these wetlands
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Andrew Schrader
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