Suddenly,
I feel a hand around my ankle
Before I have time to
GASP!
for air
I am pulled under.
My mouth is filled with blood.
Dear God, let it be blood
not sewage
I cannot taste.
But in my panic
I yearn.
Facing My Demons 16
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Suddenly,
I feel a hand around my ankle
Before I have time to
GASP!
for air
I am pulled under.
My mouth is filled with blood.
Dear God, let it be blood
not sewage
I cannot taste.
But in my panic
I yearn.
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wow this one is really edgy.
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Thanks. Looking back I don’t know how I managed such poetry.
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