shore

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every day it's getting worse
I can't take this anymore
standing on the shore
waves pulling me in
closer and closer
I am way further than knee-deep at this point
deep enough to almost drown
the weight on my body, it's pulling me down
holding my chin just slightly above the teapot rim

boiling water,
it's bubbling and splashing
be careful not to get burned
or else you might not be able to return;

return before your brain dissolves
before your skin rips apart
before the dagger that you sharpened stabs right through your heart

11/23/2023

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