Embedded Rivers

Part I

My eyes are rivers, they flow all the time.

They are warm and cold, salty and saline.

Clear, not blue. Not black like the sun.

But the sun is not black, it is orange and warm.

But it is not warm on my skin.

It is cold, unchanged.

Tears do not sprout flowers,

They just cause more rain.

Part II

The rivers that flowed, expanded into the sea.

Mixing within all the parts of me.

Maybe making a home, within its depths.

The darkness that swallowed all my breaths.

That left me gasping for the silence of the cliffs.

That my feet stood on for a second, before plummeting below.

Dropping my soul further, and further.

Until I reached up, and found anchor.

Anchor where roses were not supposed to grow.

Flourished.

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