Density


Not exactly sinking
but not able to swim,
she is too dense to float
but not not enough so
to keep her feet on the floor.

The room's filled with water
and the walls are twelve feet tall,
so staying in between
the ceiling and the floor,
she drowns quietly.

She's not panicking
an isn't at all worried,
because inside she knows
she can breath if she wants to.
All she has to do is completely let go.

She could choose to sink
and live life on the floor,
but she knows choosing that
means she'd be living life
under even more pressure.

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