How She Fell
the current.
pulling down to depths unfathomable
here is where i lost myself.
dangling so close the salty whips nipped at my bare ankles.
how can one touch the ground again?
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Poems From My Past
Poetrywrote this in 2017. I was going through a lot at 17. While my writing has changed immensely,to the point I cringe at this, it is the kind of cringe where you're smiling. if you happen to read this, 17 year old me says thank you.
