DROWNING Evan Johnston
Perched on the ledge of the tattered boardwalk I glance down at the midnight ocean as waves crash into the surrounding rocks. My thoughts wade in the deepening water as they slowly sink farther and farther still, quiet (Drowning.) still, quiet trapped in the depths of my mind, caught in the foundation of my thoughts, I reach up to surface, looking for a glimmer of moonlight to grab. Perched on the ledge of the tattered boardwalk, Waiting for something to drag me out of the water.
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