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black river rising
I don't know what
will save
us
I don't know what
CAN save
us...
maybe nothing
can save us
at all
that morning you
weren't sitting
next to
me
the air grew bitter
and heavy
on my
skin
words turned to
ricin in my
throat
the sounds of your absence as
silent as footsteps on my
grave
leaving my heart a stone to
be cast into the deepest
part of a black
river
Published 30th Oct 2021
| Edited 31st Oct 2021
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31st Oct 2021 3:06am
Powerful and emotional write. The title with the rising/ricin near rhyme conjures up how toxic or dark this may have been at the time.
Phenomenal write.
Phenomenal write.
31st Oct 2021 3:15am
