“oh,
there’s a hole
inside my boat.
i need to
stay afloat
for the Summer
long…”

i
never was
one for water.
oceans and lakes,
rivers
and streams –
they’re all…
pretty,
i suppose,
from a distance.
but here,
here i am
in a battered ship
and i’m sinking.
it’s swiftly
becoming
a countdown
for the fall.
then,
we’ll harvest
our tears
and see
just how destructive
compassion
can be.

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