as I slip out of another layer
of who I thought I was
like a snake molting her skin
it kind of feels like a wave
of salty water crashing over my head
smashing my face into the bottom
of the ocean and me hoping it will let me
back up to the surface so I can breathe
not scared, more like wondering
but mixed with melancholy
crashing over and over
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