Kate Moss takes to the sea

A Poem by Anon ymous

There is space. So much space.
It is suffocating.

Light pressure, not the stifling wall
of drowning in a shallow pool.

The sky bleeds:

from the clouds
from the wind
the rain a crimson curtain.

The sun is a bright white shark in a tar black sea.
The moon remains

simply the moon.
Sinking upward,
a cliché whose value has been spent.

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