LOL THIS IS SO LATE but i actually did have a poem for napo - but i completely forgot to post it 0.0 so uhhhhhh i'm going to post it now so i can look back and remember that yes, i did exist during 2023 napo and completed my goal, even if i posted it half a month later >.>
also this poem was inspired by my friend's fish , and i swear it connects if you were there when it happened 0.0
HERE IS POEM:
the sky hasn’t been kind to you, and you wondered if swimming would be safer than flying – if it’d be easier to capture oxygen in the water than the air, if the salt would sting less than the thunderstorms
but your wings aren’t meant for the water, and the gills you meticulously carved in your feathers burn with the unforgiving touch of salt-splattered oceans that invade your pulmonary cells; fish swim in your lungs
you are a piece of plastic washed ashore. they are breaking your ribs to satisfy your oxygen-thirsty cells, but they don’t know you don’t know how to breathe with your eyes closed, or when there are fish swimming in your lungs, leaving no room for air
you stare at the sky through closed eyes and wonder if the horizon’s holes have been sewn shut or if light is still peeking through
but it doesn’t matter – because your ribs are broken and your lungs don’t work and your gills don’t work and your wings only weigh you down so you can’t fly, but you can’t drown either – you are too hollow to do anything but bob on the surface of salt-drenched oceans, dehydrated, waiting for the sun to burn through you straight to your veins. and now you are disintegrating on the sand while your pulmonary cells burst into fireworks and you wonder where it all went wrong
