Float away, the rain-sea that is also the
sky.
Untethered
to anything.
Shuffled by wind.
Still, it sinks.
Lower
and lower with the pull of the million eyes that look up and hope.
Day 36 of 108
I am feeling scared and scattered today. The case of the rape website - that has been on my NewsFeed. Feeling really nauseous. Overate today...
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Alternate endings, depending on the mood:
...still it stinks
or
...still it sings
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