I am lost in the water,
Drowning
In pretty things, flowing things, rivers.
I like the way the water carves holes
Into the mountains.
I like how it makes gullies
Out of the strongest plains.
It is so hungry,
That wanton fluidity.
There is no other language for it
Than that of romance,
That of dance,
That of the flowing things that
Bend the universe over
And take what they will.
It is will, isn't it,
That drives the monster in the river.
It is desire that sways it.
Disgust that deters it.
What is a drowning then
But love making?
About the Creator
Silver Daux
Writer of the dark! Think of it like flipping rocks, the weird little stories underneath are my jam and jelly. Jam and butter? Just jam. Absolutely no use of AI in any of my works :)
Ah, also:
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