Frozen water rushes into the crack
The boat slowly sinks into my subconscious
Drowning itself in the forgotten memories that bubble towards the surface
Hitting the bottom, it slides down the sand
The boat slowly sinks into my subconscious
Revealing hidden shadows in the murk
Hitting the bottom, it slides down the sand
The crack expands, the cold water surrounds us
Revealing hidden shadows in the murk
Our past revealed to the world, one Red Bird Match at a time
The crack expands, the cold water surrounds us
Striking alive and burning through the oxygen left in the hull
Our past revealed to the world, one Red Bird Match at a time
The fire sparks underwater, terrible but that’s us
Striking alive and burning through the oxygen left in the hull
Do we release the boat and struggle to breathe as we reach out for the sun?
The fire sparks underwater, terrible but that’s us
Tell me when you’ve seen enough
Do we release the boat and struggle to breathe as we reach out for the sun?
Is that all?
Tell me when you’ve seen enough
Frozen water rushes into the crack
Is that all?
Drowning itself in the forgotten memories that bubble towards the surface
[trx_infobox style=”regular” closeable=”no” icon=”icon-feather” color=”#000000″ bg_color=”#8FFFB8″ top=”inherit” bottom=”inherit” left=”inherit” right=”inherit”]Anika Matthews is a fourth year English major at the University of Guelph. When asked about her poetry, Anika said, “I always thought of poetry as an old form of expression but through poetry I was able to express my emotions and have consequently gained respect for the often forgotten form of writing.”[/trx_infobox]
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