He delicately dips his fingers into the water
The movement sending ripples across,
His arms are the only thing keeping him upright against the tub
He hesitates,
And yet lets go anyway
Freeing his sorrow,
His anger,
And his pain
As he sinks beneath the water
For a few seconds,
Minutes,
And then a lifetime.
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Thought Crime
Poetry/ˈTHôtkrīm/ noun thoughts that are considered as a crime due to its insinuation; thoughts that are not meant to be thought of
