Saturday, October 11, 2025

Random Leaf #301 precisely cut and smelled of alcohol

No amount of spirit—
Will drown out your sorrow.

Even your lungs will still seek
Air—
As you sob again and again.

Your eyes will only pull you in
Deeper—
The world will only remind you,
Always.

And crying will become
Your new stroke of swimming.

Come on—
Swim!
Cry harder!
Swim!
Go!—
Save yourself.

No one else will
Truly cry
For you—
To be saved.

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