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Jan 2012
You can tell that you pressed deep enough
When the red doesn’t test your patience
You can tell that you pressed deep enough
When the red surfaces immediately
You can tell that you pressed deep enough
When the red accumulates in each crease of the skins labyrinth
You can tell that you pressed deep enough
When the red river stays constant
You can tell that you pressed deep enough
When the room is buried in red.
You can tell that you pressed deep enough
When that red sinks to purple and then merges black.
You can tell that you pressed deep enough
When your skin turns clammy.
You can tell that you pressed deep enough
When you feel like your insides are ice cubes being held tight with fire cables.
You can tell that you pressed deep enough
When your stomach gives up its grip on energy.
You can tell that you pressed deep enough
When the cold tile floor supports your face.
You can tell that you pressed deep enough
When you can’t pull in oxygen to fill your lungs.
You can tell that you pressed deep enough
When you know you've succeeded.
L Smida
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