waterlogged

the dishwasher glugs along
to fill the room
with the secret sound
of the ocean
just beneath the surface
as it swirls
among the coral
dragging
the waterlogged corpse
of creativity
nibbled by eels
little fish
in every hue
darting to tear at
the gray skin;

as i sulk
in self-manufactured
well manicured
misery.

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