The gentle threat looms above me I hunker and trudge confused enticing sliding down my cheek cold and slimy bittersweet the umbrella is useless The thundering wave trickles over my head I swoon terror ecstasy I tumble and twist rolling in the softness my eyes are open to the destruction The soft warm lips tear at my throat I desperately clutch at the wound agonizing joy sliced clean to my heart loving touch will I survive?
Reason for writing:
personal growth
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