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River Dreams

17 Nov
The smell…
has intoxicated me.
The smile…
has crushed me.
The draw…
the pull.
Blood…
life.
Blood…
death.
You’re bleeding…
he takes two steps and falls.
Fear…
blinds me.
Hate…
binds me.
Sweating…
screaming…
dreaming…
trailing…
caught up…
caught up in the current.
No way to fight…
no way to escape.
No way out…
no way down.
Free…
flee…
flee…
before the blood…
can hit the ground…
flee.
Jake Sellers 12
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