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Flood

by Mutationist 10 months ago in sad poetry · updated 10 months ago
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A woman drowning.

I woke up yesterday morning and discerned something within myself:

A flood, an ocean, a rushing river of love flowing out from every pore

I could not seem to keep it from splitting into

tendrils

and soaking the ground

and drenching the furniture

and swallowing the room

and I suddenly could not breathe

and my feet were no longer touching the ground

and I floated up to the ceiling.

Before reaching for some kind of plug

to pull

or a window to break,

I saw my love had become too ardent for even the strongest swimmers

to survive

and that to drown yourself in love

is no longer the way

I want to die.

sad poetry

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Mutationist

Funny girl writes sad things to ease the existential dread.

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