Drowned

The day ruptures. Suddenly, oceans of decades past pour out

Organs sink to the floor; the water in the room rises

She longs to scream for help, but her tongue has been cut

 


The pages of her hopeful future are sodden with tears that bear no shout


She is without anger, in the crashing fear she capsizes


Surging and suffocating, the ocean is vengeful, and all escapes are shut

 


Her air is stolen

 


The water whispers, ‘it’s your fault, you know what I’m about.’


For some sweet seconds she escapes, hiding in days she romanticises


Can I live hidden? She thinks, for her heart cannot jut

 


But the rivers run too deeply to disappear for long

 


She prays the past will be forgotten and along will come a drought


And yet the water always rises


Her lungs fill up with poisoned seas; she drowns, imprisoned in her rut


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