Waving not drowning
they say of me
as the dark rises from below
and wraps its long arms around me.
Tighter now
until I can’t breathe
Around my neck
around my thoughts
around my soul
pulling me under
into the inky-black pool
I cannot see
I cannot breathe
Drowning not waving
my last thought fades.
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I am not participating in NaNoWriMo this year, but will be trying a short writing every day, following the prompts from https://www.patreon.com/thequietsun
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