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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