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DROWNING:

Anger
Jealousy
Obsession
Revenge

Were it not for love but for lust...

I would sink like a life raft
punctured by your mindless fears of rejection

A tongue cuts like a knife

A kiss feels like a razor

A touch is just a bloody wound
that floods the sea
and fuels the danger

Angry words
an icicle stab
The lost love look
a junkie's jab

I float around the shadows
of the shark infested strategy
in wonder and amazement
should I drown or tempt the tragedy?

Forgive me
for the brutal force
In fight or flight
it's still a corpse

Written by Deborah La Rue