Like Me

A Poem.

“Like Me”

I want you 
to want 
to be me

a pearl unstrung
grit in its shine, 
mouthful of creek
biting the line.

I want you to
follow me down
deep enough to drown,
your gloss going dim
on my silt-wound skin,
you gulp, then swallow,

I want you to follow.

Held under with me,
the mouth of the creek
unstrings the thread
of the precious bead,
gnaws it free. 

You shimmer like me,
briefly,
then less.
 
I want 
you 

to
enmesh.

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Well y’all, once again, thank you for reading.

Should we go fishing? :P

I’m always cooking up more to share, that I just can’t wait to post. As always, I’m writing, editing, deleting, rewriting, pacing, muttering, communing with the dead in the meantime.

Oh, and look out for PARKING LOT coming March 3rd!
Ok. Luv you. Byee. 😚

—Ramona Moth