Young Writers Society

this is not clickbait i'm actually going to post at least 1 poem in here




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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

now, the fish in your lungs are dead.