After I finished my AP Language & Composition test yesterday I wrote this on a scrap of paper. Not great, but such is life.


Salt

I am drowning in a sesa of bitterness, and it's my own fault. My toes and fingers are crusted over with sand - jealous, angry sand that cuts in deep and stings like glass. My elbows are rusted with hate from pushing you away and holding on to keep myself above water for so long. My head, aching, throbbing, singing with painful melodies of the Sirens, drawing me closer to my death. Where are you, my rescue boat? My lifesaver? I told you I didn't need a life jacket. I lied because I wanted this. I was so wrong.



Words by kgirard
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Written on 2009-05-15 at 02:47

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