thrown overboard off a sea-faring vessel, into the deep dark depths
when you're drowning, you swim up, but what if you don't know how?
eventually i'm spat out on the surface, gasping for air, grasping for the beach
i sit, exhuasted, my life has fallen to shambles, feels like there's a leech
at my side, biting, consuming, did the barnacle catch me on the bow?
doesn't matter anyways, there's a body not too far away, i hate being surrounded by death
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this fantastical world is too surreal (poetry #5)
Poetry"a rustle crackles underneath jackboots crossbow tight in hand she breathes one final breath before he pulls the trigger" you know the drill
