Fading away in a toxic deep.
I look out and see some floating debris.
A beacon of hope in the inky black,
Might it be enough to hold me back?
Alas I swim and draw it close,
And discover myself, a drowning ghost.
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RandomA mess of stuff that won't fit elsewhere. Some are pretty absurdist, no direct continuity unless stated (doubtful on that, these are meant to be one-off poems/stories). I like to explore different styles of writing in small works like this, so some...
