Flood
A woman drowning.
By MutationistPublished 2 years ago • Updated 2 years ago • 1 min read
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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.
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Mutationist
Funny girl writes sad things to ease the existential dread.
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