A yellow person is facing you with both hands holding the sides of their neck. They are wearing pink top with green nails.


I think I’m drowning in the green of your eyes.

Can’t help but drown in your voice,

Vibrating against my ribcage.

Sinking into the warmth of your cold, cold skin.

I think I’m suffocating,

With the taste of your poisonous lips.

Holding mine, the tracing of your fingertips,

Makes me sink further and further,

Beneath the green, envying foam.

I think I must be drowning.

Drowning in ecstasy,

Drowning in you.

And yet my lungs are so filled,

That I can’t help, but want you to drown too.

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