poem poetry

Randoms #1

I’m at sea.

Swimming in the open.

I can’t see anything but water.

My legs are tired. Hundreds of life jackets around me.

But I don’t know which to grab.

I’m drowning.

Just choose one!

But what if the one I choose is leaking? What if it carries me away to more dangerous lands?

Just choose one, you’ll drown.

But what if…?

They found her body the next day, on the shore, right by her house.


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