@wie
Unless I’m pushed to the bottom of the sea, drowning underneath and drenched by sand and all the water’s above my head. Till my body can’t move from the sore that aches my heart. Till I hear my bones crushing and my skin melting from one inch to another. Till my mind stop looking for places to run to and till I am made to believe the fire won’t burn me, and I hallucinate that I’m laying on grass in the middle of a dessert, I won’t be completely vulnerable.
