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Drowned

A haiku about something blue

By Kat NewcombePublished 4 years ago • 1 min read

I touch his cold skin

Rosy, a moment before.

Now pale, blue, drowned.

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Kat Newcombe

I am a writer, teacher, and creator. I thrive on prompts and chase fractured ideas. Flash fiction and poetry fill my free time primarily, but once a year, I dive into the sleep-deprived ramblings of my longer NaNoWriMo novels.

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    Written by Kat Newcombe