Benthic Zone
       
         



                    Benthic Zone  invisible stories
  129
  •  
  0
  •   16 comments
Share

maia333
maia333 Poetry is my tonic, my vice, my voice.
Autoplay OFF   •   2 years ago
Another on the feeling of being invisible.

Benthic Zone

* Sort of a complementary piece to the previous, 'Meander,' as my metaphor took off in two different directions.

Sometimes, I’m the cold grey fog that slides in from beneath the door, blanketing the floor like billowing sheets, never rising above your knee.

Sometimes, I’m the almost-buzz in one ear, that makes you wonder, “Is somebody there?”

I ooze with impeccable invisibility. Queen of the benthic zone, only leeches know me by name.

And I don’t mind, residing in the thick soup of the unknown.

I don’t mind, not being like you.

And I don’t mind, when it rips my heart in two.

Stories We Think You'll Love 💕

Get The App

App Store
COMMENTS (16)
SHOUTOUTS (0)