Flood me,
He said.
With your,
Anticipations and Trepidations.
With your,
Ambitions and rejections.
Watch,
If I swim.
Or, if I
Drown.
Trial and Error
Has proven
That Disillusionment
Sells well.
You might never part
From
Your thunder.
But,
I cannot
Keep drinking
Your storms.
Flood you,
I would.
If I wasn't already
Swallowed in the Sea.
If I knew how to stay afloat.
If I knew that I would drown
In you,
With you.
Flood him,
I might.
Salinity put to use.
Waves,
Might float
You far.
And, I might
Remain
At the bottom of the ocean,
After you flood me.
With your,
Expiation and Affectation.
With your,
Desires and Wile.
You might
Watch then,
And deny
The rescue.
YOU ARE READING
Mirage.
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