Water built of glass
I am the pin that shatters it
Sinking slowly to the bottom
Oh, what creatures you can find
That are hidden
Through an opaque wall.
The top of the pin slips under
Although bubbles float to the top
A thin design of oxygen...
Air slithers in and out
Through plastic
Straining from sky to lung.
The ocean shatters
Shards become panicked birds
Clogging the tube
Sucking life out of the pin
When suddenly the pressure gives in
And the pin becomes nothing
But a small sanity within the glass.
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